It was me.
From months ago.
Standing in the kitchen, hair messy, holding a grocery bag, laughing at something Russell had said off-camera.
I didn’t even remember that moment being captured.
My throat tightened.
His daughter leaned forward. “What is that supposed to be?”
I didn’t answer.
My eyes moved to the letter.
Russell’s handwriting.
Slow. Careful. Familiar.
I unfolded it.
And began to read.
“If you are reading this, then I am gone.”
“And if you are reading it, then you are probably confused why there is no fortune waiting for you.”
My breath caught slightly.
The lawyer watched me carefully. The children looked irritated already.
I kept reading.
“Everyone will expect me to leave you money. My children will expect it. You may even expect it, even if you never admitted it to yourself.”
I swallowed hard.
“But I did not marry you to make you rich.”
“And I did not keep you in my life because I was lonely.”
The room felt colder.
His daughter scoffed. “This is ridiculous.”
The lawyer raised a finger. “Let her finish.”
I continued.
“I kept you in my life because you were the only person who treated me like I was still alive, not just wealthy.”
My vision blurred slightly.
I remembered all the small moments.
How he asked about my day.
How he listened.
How he never once made me feel small.
The letter continued.
“My children believe I was blind. I was not. I saw everything.”
“I saw how they visited only when they needed money.”
“I saw how they stopped calling unless there was something to gain.”
A heavy silence spread across the room.
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