in years.
If my children wanted to live as though I were already gone, I would give them exactly that.
What they did not know was simple.
The widow they ignored still controlled everything.
The house.
The acreage.
Richard’s investment accounts.
The lake property he had purchased before any of them were born.
Every dollar they had privately counted a hundred times while disguising their questions as concern.
“Have you updated your will, Mom?”
“Who will handle the lake house when you’re gone?”
“You should make things easier now so
