“So, what happens now?” I asked, folding the document back into the folder. The numbers were still there, immutable, yet their meaning shifted with every new revelation.
“We have a meeting with the executor next week,” he said. “To go over everything formally.”
“Who’s the executor?” I asked, trying to recall the list of names Dad had mentioned in passing.
“Mr. Hale,” he replied. “Dad’s lawyer for years. He’s impartial, at least.”
I nodded, recalling the stern, no-nonsense man I’d met only a few times. “And you trust him to be fair?”
“As much as anyone,” he said, his tone pragmatic. “But we should be prepared. There might be questions about what ‘maintain’ really means.”
“Questions from who?” I asked, curious about the potential challenges.
“From everyone,” he said simply. “Family, mostly. But also, the law. These things can get messy.”
“Messy,” I repeated, the word echoing in my mind. It was the last thing I wanted, but I could see the truth in it.
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