I watched her leave, and Victor walked in through the door.
"Alan, I have to admit, I didn't take you for a sophist. But it doesn't matter what you say, because Evelyn belongs to me. She has, ever since the day her sister died. You want to know why, don't you?"
He pulled out his phone, opened a photo, and held it up in front of me. "Because before Helena died, she left a handwritten letter. In it she asked Evelyn to look after Lily and me in her place if she was gone. It was her last wish. Evelyn worships her sister's memory. She would never go against her sister's last wish."
So that was it. I stared at the letter, and something inside me began to c***k.
Helena had chosen Victor for Evelyn. Victor had chosen my research for himself. Evelyn was only the executor. No one had ever asked
