Daniel turned onto Willow Lane faster than I would have liked on any ordinary day.<\/p>\n
Nothing about that day was ordinary.<\/p>\n
The maples along the street had begun dropping wet yellow leaves onto the pavement, and tires hissed through shallow water left from the morning rain. I sat with Thomas's envelope open across my lap, one hand holding the pages flat each time the car rounded a curve.<\/p>\n
Another envelope in my house.<\/p>\n
One with Eric's name on it.<\/p>\n
One he had apparently seen weeks before Thomas died.<\/p>\n
I kept returning to the same question.<\/p>\n
How?<\/p>\n
Thomas's nightstand had not been a public place. During the final month of his illness, almost everything around our bed became medical territory\u2014pill organizers, water bottles, tissues, lotion, temperature logs, a plastic basin we pretended not to notice unless we needed it.<\/p>\n
Eric visited.<\/p>\n
Not often.<\/p>\n
But he visited.<\/p>\n
Usually he stood near the bedroom doorway as if crossing farther into the room might make Thomas's condition real.<\/p>\n
Once, perhaps two weeks before Thomas died, I left them alone while I collected a prescription.<\/p>\n
Had that been when Eric saw the envelope?<\/p>\n
Or had he seen it some other day while Thomas slept?<\/p>\n
I hated myself for thinking that way.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered my son removing my phone from my handbag.<\/p>\n
I stopped protecting him from possibilities he had created himself.<\/p>\n
Daniel slowed as we approached the house.<\/p>\n
At first nothing looked wrong.<\/p>\n
Our lawn was too long because Thomas had been too sick for me to care about mowing it. The porch light was still on from that morning. A sympathy arrangement in a white ceramic pot sat near the front door, its lilies bent from rain.<\/p>\n
Then I saw the door.<\/p>\n
It was closed.<\/p>\n
But the storm door stood slightly open.<\/p>\n
I leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel braked at the curb.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe storm door.\u201d<\/p>\n
He followed my gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas it like that when you left?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had checked it myself before Eric picked me up.<\/p>\n
For three decades, Thomas had teased me about checking locks twice.<\/p>\n
That morning I had checked everything three times because I knew the house would be empty during the funeral.<\/p>\n
Daniel reached for his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll call Rebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if Eric is inside, I want to know before he has time to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is exactly why we should call someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe will.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened my door.<\/p>\n
Daniel caught my sleeve.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Whitmore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
His face was young but serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca told me specifically not to let you walk into a situation alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am an estate lawyer, not security.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are taller than Eric.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not a legal qualification.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite myself, I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
He called Rebecca while we crossed the lawn.<\/p>\n
I heard only his side.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're at the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe storm door is open.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, we haven't entered.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer was directed as much at me as Rebecca.<\/p>\n
I stood beneath the porch roof and inspected the lock.<\/p>\n
No damage.<\/p>\n
Whoever entered had used a key.<\/p>\n
My key.<\/p>\n
Eric's key now.<\/p>\n
Daniel ended the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca says we should wait outside. Police are on the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called the police?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is my son.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may also be inside a home after being explicitly told he did not have permission to enter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence was precise and unpleasant.<\/p>\n
I looked through the narrow glass beside the front door.<\/p>\n
The foyer appeared empty.<\/p>\n
Thomas's raincoat hung where it had hung for months.<\/p>\n
I had not yet found the courage to move it.<\/p>\n
The silence inside felt unnatural.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something else.<\/p>\n
A narrow drawer in the entry table stood open.<\/p>\n
I never left drawers open.<\/p>\n
Neither had Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's been inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stepped beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you see anything missing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot from here.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door opened before either of us touched it.<\/p>\n
I jumped back.<\/p>\n
Eric stood there.<\/p>\n
His funeral tie was gone.<\/p>\n
The top buttons of his white shirt were open, and his hair looked as though he had run both hands through it repeatedly. My house key hung from his fingers.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, no one spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Eric looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is he doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the key.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet out of my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes came back to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI came to get Dad's things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren't here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was because you left me beside a road.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I was sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me my key.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his fist around it.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot until we talk.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt something settle inside me.<\/p>\n
Not anger.<\/p>\n
Decision.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are standing in my doorway holding my key after entering without permission. There is nothing we need to discuss before you hand it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel moved half a step closer.<\/p>\n
Eric noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is family business.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel replied calmly, \u201cMrs. Whitmore asked for her key.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn't talking to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't change the request.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric laughed sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca sent you to babysit her?\u201d<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression shifted.<\/p>\n
Barely.<\/p>\n
But I saw it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one with your name on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you I don't know where it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you saw it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed the back of his neck.<\/p>\n
\u201cA couple weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad's room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine. Your room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you doing in the nightstand?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn't going through anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how did you see an envelope inside a closed drawer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was open.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas never left that drawer open.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know everything he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words struck harder than they should have.<\/p>\n
Perhaps because they were true.<\/p>\n
Thomas had made legal arrangements without fully explaining them to me.<\/p>\n
He had left instructions I was only now discovering.<\/p>\n
There might be things he had said to Eric that I did not know.<\/p>\n
But Eric was using that uncertainty like a weapon.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cI don't know everything he did. That is why I am asking questions instead of claiming everything belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
I hated thinking it, but I did.<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cEric, Rebecca is on her way. It would be better if everyone waited until she arrives.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't care what's better.\u201d<\/p>\n
A police cruiser appeared at the corner.<\/p>\n
Eric saw it through the porch opening.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou called the cops on me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat woman has been trying to control everything since Dad got sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
The accusation startled me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou barely spoke to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what she was doing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was she doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGetting him to sign things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel's voice became colder.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Whitmore received independent legal advice regarding his estate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric pointed at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay out of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel did not move.<\/p>\n
The cruiser pulled to the curb.<\/p>\n
Two officers got out.<\/p>\n
One was a woman I recognized faintly from town, though I could not remember her name. The other was younger.<\/p>\n
The older officer approached first.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Whitmore?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe received a report of unauthorized entry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric laughed in disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is my father's house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cIt is my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho resides here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho has permission to enter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou cannot be serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer raised one hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir, let her answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time all day, Eric looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
That hurt me.<\/p>\n
I wanted him stopped.<\/p>\n
I did not want him humiliated.<\/p>\n
The contradiction exhausted me.<\/p>\n
The officer asked whether I wanted him removed.<\/p>\n
I looked at my son.<\/p>\n
His eyes were red now.<\/p>\n
Whether from grief, rage or lack of sleep, I could not tell.<\/p>\n
Part of me saw forty-one.<\/p>\n
Part saw eight years old with a scraped knee.<\/p>\n
Thomas used to say parenthood was unfair because children became adults before your memory agreed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said quietly. \u201cI want him to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric stared at me.<\/p>\n
Something changed in his face.<\/p>\n
Not surprise.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
He had finally understood that I was no longer going to rescue him from the consequence immediately in front of him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stepped onto the porch.<\/p>\n
The officer held out her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe key.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric looked at me.<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
Slowly, he placed my house key in her palm.<\/p>\n
She handed it to me.<\/p>\n
The metal was warm from his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour phone?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He reached into his coat pocket.<\/p>\n
My phone.<\/p>\n
He gave that to the officer too.<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
Twenty-seven missed calls.<\/p>\n
Four from Mara.<\/p>\n
Nine from Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Several from numbers I did not recognize.<\/p>\n
And six from Eric.<\/p>\n
I almost laughed at the absurdity of him calling the phone he had taken.<\/p>\n
The officer asked whether anything had been removed from the house.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric said, \u201cI didn't take anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you searching for something?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He looked back.<\/p>\n
The lie sat plainly between us.<\/p>\n
The officer asked again.<\/p>\n
\u201cSir?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric's jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted some papers that belonged to my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you find them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the staircase.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat rooms did you enter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat rooms?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad's office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas's small study at the back of the house.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe bedroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you open the nightstand?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
The officer looked at him.<\/p>\n
Eric said, \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the envelope there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer came quickly.<\/p>\n
Too quickly.<\/p>\n
I moved past him into the foyer.<\/p>\n
Daniel followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Whitmore\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to see.\u201d<\/p>\n
The house smelled exactly as it had that morning: flowers, furniture polish, and the faint medicinal sweetness that had seeped into the bedroom during Thomas's final weeks.<\/p>\n
But now there was another smell.<\/p>\n
Cold outside air.<\/p>\n
Someone had opened windows.<\/p>\n
I climbed the stairs.<\/p>\n
Halfway up, I saw the bedroom door.<\/p>\n
Open.<\/p>\n
We had left it closed before the funeral.<\/p>\n
I stopped on the threshold.<\/p>\n
The room looked wrong.<\/p>\n
Not destroyed.<\/p>\n
Disturbed.<\/p>\n
Thomas's side of the bed had been stripped of two pillows.<\/p>\n
The nightstand drawer was fully open.<\/p>\n
The small stack of books that usually sat on top had been moved onto the floor.<\/p>\n
A box of receipts lay open near the dresser.<\/p>\n
My jewelry case was untouched.<\/p>\n
So was the cash envelope in my drawer.<\/p>\n
This had not been burglary.<\/p>\n
This had been a search.<\/p>\n
I crossed to Thomas's nightstand.<\/p>\n
The drawer contained his reading glasses, a flashlight, an old pocketknife, several pens, two cough drops and a bundle of receipts.<\/p>\n
No envelope.<\/p>\n
I knelt.<\/p>\n
The drawer came out completely if pulled at an angle.<\/p>\n
Thomas had shown me years ago after a coin disappeared behind it.<\/p>\n
I removed it.<\/p>\n
Nothing behind.<\/p>\n
Nothing beneath.<\/p>\n
Daniel stood near the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there a hidden compartment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I examined the underside.<\/p>\n
My fingers found tape residue.<\/p>\n
Fresh.<\/p>\n
A pale rectangular outline marked the wood.<\/p>\n
Something had been attached there.<\/p>\n
An envelope, perhaps.<\/p>\n
Then removed.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was something here.\u201d<\/p>\n
He came closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe adhesive is still tacky.\u201d<\/p>\n
He touched nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake a photo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
From downstairs, Eric called, \u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
The officer said something to him.<\/p>\n
Then footsteps approached.<\/p>\n
Eric appeared at the bedroom doorway but did not enter.<\/p>\n
He saw the nightstand drawer in my hands.<\/p>\n
His face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found it?\u201d<\/p>\n
The words escaped him before he could stop them.<\/p>\n
I set the drawer on the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFound what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
Daniel waited.<\/p>\n
Even the officer behind him waited.<\/p>\n
Finally Eric said, \u201cThe place where it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not where it might have been.<\/p>\n
Where it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew it was taped underneath.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw Dad put it there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't see me.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer chilled the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric leaned one shoulder against the door frame.<\/p>\n
\u201cA few weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe day I went to the pharmacy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
So yes.<\/p>\n
I could picture it now.<\/p>\n
Thomas in bed.<\/p>\n
Eric visiting.<\/p>\n
Me leaving for twenty-five minutes.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Thomas believed his son had gone downstairs.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Eric returned quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you came back.\u201d<\/p>\n
The truth of that answer hurt more than another lie would have.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you tried today.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word was barely audible.<\/p>\n
The officer asked, \u201cAnd it wasn't there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the tape mark.<\/p>\n
Thomas had moved it.<\/p>\n
Or Rebecca had.<\/p>\n
Or someone else had found it first.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you want it so badly?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric's eyes filled with something close to desperation.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Dad told me once that if things got complicated, he had written down what he really wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did he say that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe last time we talked alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said paperwork wasn't the whole story.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shifted slightly.<\/p>\n
Lawyers hated sentences like that.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive days before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Eric had visited then.<\/p>\n
Briefly.<\/p>\n
I had been downstairs speaking to the hospice nurse.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he wanted me to remember what he had always told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat the company would be mine one day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say when?\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric's jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say the house would be yours?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said the house should stay in the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Always that phrase.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he never said it belonged to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said. \u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric pushed away from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew you wouldn't understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou and Dad built everything for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe built a life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I'm your family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what is the difference?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question was so sincere that for one terrible moment I understood the entire problem.<\/p>\n
Eric did not think he was stealing.<\/p>\n
He thought he was collecting.<\/p>\n
All the things Thomas and I had sacrificed to create had been translated, in his mind, into evidence of a future entitlement.<\/p>\n
Tuition.<\/p>\n
Jobs.<\/p>\n
Loans.<\/p>\n
Second chances.<\/p>\n
A room always available.<\/p>\n
Money offered before he asked.<\/p>\n
We called those things love.<\/p>\n
He had slowly begun calling them precedent.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe difference,\u201d I said, \u201cis that loving you does not mean everything I own already belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face hardened again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not what Dad thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the missing envelope may tell us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric looked at the empty nightstand.<\/p>\n
For the first time, we wanted the same thing.<\/p>\n
The truth.<\/p>\n
Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n
Rebecca.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Eric there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPut me on speaker.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
Rebecca did not waste time.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the envelope.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric straightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn my office safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did it get there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas gave it to me the day after he prepared the one Eleanor carried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric said, \u201cThat was supposed to be in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Rebecca replied. \u201cThomas wanted you to believe it was in the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
I stared at the tacky tape beneath the drawer.<\/p>\n
A decoy.<\/p>\n
Thomas had created a hiding place and allowed Eric to see it.<\/p>\n
Not accidentally.<\/p>\n
Intentionally.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Rebecca's answer came slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he needed to know whether Eric would go looking for it before asking you what he was entitled to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eric stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is insane.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Rebecca said. \u201cIt was a test.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA test for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca said, \u201cFor whether the inheritance Thomas planned to give you should ever pass into your control.\u201d<\/p>\n
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