“He finally got exactly what he wanted,” another said.
Caroline did not speak to me at all.
She stood in the front row wearing black, jaw tight, her children beside her. When the pastor spoke about Evelyn’s generosity, Caroline cried silently.
I stood in the back.
I had no right to the front.
Maybe legally I did.
But morally?
No.
At the cemetery, rain began falling lightly. Everyone opened umbrellas. I did not have one. Evelyn would have scolded me for that.
You will catch your death standing in the rain like a fool.
After the burial, people gathered at the house.
Evelyn’s house.
Not mine.
Never mine.
I understood that by then.
I watched relatives move through the rooms, touching furniture, whispering, judging. Caroline stood by the mantel staring at Harold’s photograph.
I wanted to tell her I was sorry.
I wanted to tell her she had been right about me in the beginning, but wrong about what Evelyn had done to me.
I wanted to tell her that Evelyn had not been fooled.
She had been brave.
But Caroline would not have believed me.
And maybe I did not deserve belief.
Two days later, the attorney called.
His name was Mr. Alden, a tall, silver haired man with careful eyes and a voice like polished stone. I met him in his office downtown. Caroline was there. So were two distant cousins and Evelyn’s old friend Mrs. Alvarez.
Nobody greeted me.
I sat alone at the end of the table.
For one shameful moment, the old part of me woke up.
The house.
The accounts.
The will.
I hated myself for it, but grief does not immediately kill greed. Sometimes it exposes the pieces that are still rotten.
Mr. Alden opened a folder.
He read calmly.
The house was left to Caroline.
Most of Evelyn’s money was divided between a children’s hospital, the animal shelter where she had adopted Jasper, and a scholarship fund for adults returning to trade school.
Her jewelry went to Caroline’s daughters.
Her books to the library.
Her china to Mrs. Alvarez.
I received nothing.
The room went still.
One cousin made a small satisfied sound.
Caroline looked at me for the first time, waiting for anger.
I looked down at my hands.
There it was.
The punishment I deserved.
I had married Evelyn for security, and in the end, she had denied me all of it.
I should have felt betrayed.
