He didn’t take it offensively; he offered a kind smile. “I am. Your mother and I helped many people together, and now I continue to assist them in other ways. When I say your mother was one remarkable woman, I mean it. She was an inspiration to many.”
My overactive, complex mind wants to pick his brain on the details, but I am reminded of the matter of this meeting when David places an arm around me, guiding me to my awaiting seat.
Right. The Will reading. The absolute departure of my mother.
How could I forget? I grumble inwardly with a sigh.
“And you must be Evelyn's stepson, David Walker?” Mr. Lawson turns to David. I note he doesn't hold the same kindness in his eyes; there isn’t the same smile offered. No, Mr. Lawson is all business when interacting with David.
I wonder why? Was
