The word echoed in my mind. Margaret had known.
I sat down slowly across from them. My legs felt weak. Ethan’s wedding ring caught the light under the harsh fluorescent bulbs. He had kept it on. I didn’t know why that detail bothered me more than the baby.
Harlan took his seat at the head of the table and opened the folder. “Margaret Caldwell finalized her will on March 3rd. She also left a personal letter to be read aloud.”
Ethan leaned back in his chair, already looking confident, almost bored. Lauren adjusted the baby on her chest. Her expression hovered between sympathy and quiet victory.
Harlan unfolded a single page.