Lenora had pressed the photograph to her chest and cried into the sleeve of the same plain dress Darnell had told her to wear because anything nicer would “look desperate.”
The attorney from Vincent’s office had arrived twenty minutes later, breathless and apologetic. They had been trying to reach her all day. The trust activated on her thirty-second birthday. The Harrison Estate mansion, the foundation, the real estate holdings, investment arms, private properties, and controlling assets were all transferring to her authority. Some documents required her signature. Others had been waiting since before she could speak.
“Does my husband know?” she had asked.
The attorney had paused.
“No, Miss Harrison. We were not instructed to contact him.”
“Good,” Lenora had whispered.
She had signed what needed signing with a strange calm that frightened her. Then she had opened a second envelope from Ruth, smaller than the first.
Baby, if the person beside you loves you, this truth will only deepen that love. If they don’t, it will reveal what you needed to see.
