One year and one month after my grandfather's death, the will was finally read.
It had taken that long because of the trust. The original will had been invalidated when my grandfather woke up. The second will, the one he'd written after the hospital, had been sealed. Arthur Reed had been the only one who knew what was in it.
We gathered at Arthur Reed's office. My mother. My father. My uncle Gerald, who had flown up from the southern coast. My aunt Patricia, who had flown in from the southern coast too. My aunt Margaret, who had never left. My cousin Sarah, whom I hadn't seen in three years.
And me.
The room was tense. Gerald didn't look at me. Patricia sat as far away from me as she could. Margaret smiled at me, small and careful.
Arthur Reed sat at the head of the table. He opened a
