The silence that followed was absolute. Even Mom's crying stopped abruptly.
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice unnaturally high, "but could you repeat that?"
Martin glanced up. "The entirety of Camille's estate, after specific bequests, is to be donated to the Lighthouse Foundation."
"That's not possible." The words burst from me. "There must be some mistake."
"There's no mistake, Ms. Lewis. The will is quite clear and legally binding."
"But..." I struggled to maintain composure. "That's thirty million dollars and a prime piece of real estate. Going to complete strangers. While her family gets nothing but photographs and... and journals?"
Martin withdrew an envelope. "She also left a letter to be read at this time, explaining her decisions."
Dad nodded his permission, his expression unre
