Chapter 5
Investigators dressed in white jumpsuits dab away in Leland's blood and brains. I see them through the French doors and across the courtyard of our upside-down U-shaped house. I'm not deliberately watching, it's just that they're in my line of sight. Shifting to the right, I face Leland's desk. It's covered in legal documents and the papers I've just signed. My lawyer slogs through the minuscule details of Leland's business assets. I try to show interest, but I can't. I couldn't care less about his estate. I'm trying to decide who I am without Leland. I understand in part, but I can't remember why I'm this way. Honestly, I vaguely remember who I was before Leland. And why are we going through Leland's affairs so soon? Wouldn't tomorrow be better? I don't feel well.
“Do you thin
