There was no visible will.
No thick pile of documents.
Just the box.
Rebecca lay in her chair with a slight smile.
Then the lawyer looked at me.
“Richard left very specific instructions.”
No one spoke.
He slowly pushed the wooden box down the desk to me.
Then he said:
“He made sure you got exactly what you deserved.”
Rebecca let out a chuckle.
And as I reached out to the lid, I suddenly wondered if Richard knew anything about The story takes an even more unexpected turn from here.
