Lawrence exhaled quietly as if he had expected those exact words.
“Please listen to the next paragraph,” he said.
He read carefully.
“If my wife attempts to challenge this will in any legal capacity the legacy described above shall be revoked automatically and all benefits will transfer to the Caldwell Community Foundation which provides vocational scholarships for young residents of Chicago.”
The notary cleared his throat with visible approval because the clause had been written with unmistakable clarity.
Tracy opened her mouth yet no immediate response appeared.
Lawrence placed the folder on the table.
“There is additional material,” he said. “Your husband left a personal letter and instructions regarding a secure deposit box containing supporting documents.”
Tracy clenched her hands.
“I want that letter read immediately.”
The notary nodded and opened a sealed envelope.
The handwriting on the page belonged unmistakably to Gregory.
“Mom,” the letter began, “if you are hearing these words it means I am gone and I regret not speaking to you sooner.”
My eyes burned as the notary continued reading.