“Did she explain her decision?” I asked.
“She did.”
“To you?”
“Yes.”
He paused.
“And she understood what she was doing.”
I looked at him.
“Are you expecting someone to challenge this?”
His expression changed slightly.
“I believe your grandmother considered that possibility.”
That was when the first cold feeling settled in my stomach.
I took the documents home.
I left Nana’s letter sealed.
For two days, I couldn’t bring myself to open it.
Part of me wanted to preserve one final thing that hadn’t yet become part of the world without her.
Then my mother called.
Not to ask how I was handling Nana’s death.
Not to suggest we get together and share memories.
She demanded to know whether I’d already spoken to the estate attorney.
“Yes,” I said.
A silence followed.
Then she asked, “How much?”
I closed my eyes.
“Mom—”
“How much did she leave you?”
