“To my husband, I leave nothing beyond what the law requires. You may keep what is already in your name. You have taken enough.”
Brandon shot to his feet again.
“She was emotional,” he shouted. “She was pregnant. This is not valid.”
Tiffany whispered urgently. “Sit down. Please.”
Mr. Lawson voice grew firmer.
“The house, savings, and insurance benefits are placed in a trust for my unborn son, Isaac. If Isaac does not survive, the trust passes to my sister, Sarah Mitchell, to manage in my memory.”
I felt dizzy. I had not known. Tears blurred my sight.
Brandon laughed sharply.
“Sarah cannot manage a lemonade stand,” he said. “This is insane.”
Mr. Lawson opened his briefcase and removed a sealed envelope.
“There is more,” he said. “This was delivered to my office two days before Abigail death. It was marked to be opened if her death was ruled an accident.”
Brandon froze. Tiffany eyes widened.
Mr. Lawson broke the seal.
“If Brandon tells you I fell, do not believe him blindly,” the letter read. “On February fourteenth, after I confronted him about his affair, he grabbed my arm hard enough to bruise. He told me if I ruined his life he would ruin mine. I do not feel safe.”