tried to take those things away from them.”
Rebecca’s smile disappeared.
I looked at the brass key.
Finally, the lawyer spoke.
“Richard bought something six months before he got sick.”
He placed a document in front of me.
It was the deed to a small house by the lake.
I recognized the address immediately.
Richard and I had spent a weekend there once.
I had been standing on the porch and jokingly said:
“If I could choose any place to grow old, I would choose a place exactly like this.”
He had remembered it.
The house was mine.
Fully paid.
Then the lawyer turned another page.
There was also a trust, not the enormous fortune everyone expected me to fight for, but enough so that I would never again have to fear losing my home or choosing between paying rent or buying food.
Rebecca stared at me.
“So you get
