Attorney Harlan Pierce gave a brief nod instead of condolences and motioned for me to sit.
My sleeves brushed the table. My wedding ring felt heavier than ever.
Pierce opened a folder and read plainly.
“According to the will on file, all assets and benefits transfer to the decedent’s parents, Richard and Marlene Walker.”
The words seemed to hover before sinking in.
“That can’t be right,” I said. “Ethan and I—”
Richard slid a paper toward me. “Sign. You’re not family anymore.”
Marlene’s voice was soft but firm. “You were married briefly. Ethan understood responsibility.”