Becky
Seventy-two hours didn't feel like very much time to prove something we already knew was true. Adrian spent most of that first evening locked in his study with three different lawyers on speakerphone, and I spent it pacing Micah's room, watching him sleep, trying to imagine how I'd ever explain any of this to him if he grew old enough to understand what his own father's cousin had tried to do.
I needed air. That was the only reason I went down to check the mail myself the next morning instead of leaving it to the staff the way I usually did now, some restless need to do one small, ordinary task with my own hands in the middle of everything that felt entirely outside my control.
Most of what came through the estate's private box was addressed to Adrian, business correspondence, the
