Hearing the word “paperwork” in relation to an attorney immediately raises my father’s hackles. He steps forward and demands, “What kind of paperwork?”
Looking around at all the people staring back at him, Wells uncomfortably adjusts his tie. He glances at me. “Is there somewhere more private we could talk?”
“Whatever you have to say you can say it in front of everyone. I’ll just tell them all anyway.”
Wells lifts a shoulder. “As you wish.” He crosses to the coffee table, sets down his briefcase, and opens it with a flick of his wrists. From it he pulls a bound black notebook. He holds it out to me. “Mr. Edwards’ estate planning documents.”
When I just stare at him silently, he adds, “Will, living trust, durable power of attorney, advance healthcare directive.” His voice softens. “He h
