“My mother, Margaret Ellis, is the only person I trust to protect everything I leave behind.”
Mr. Halden’s words echoed through the church.
Evan Vale’s confident expression disappeared. Beside him, Celeste tightened her grip on his arm.
I stood near my daughter’s coffin, struggling to understand why the mention of my name had unsettled the man who had promised to love and protect her.
The lawyer adjusted his glasses before continuing.
“Emma’s written instructions identify her mother as the intended primary beneficiary of her separate estate. She also requested that her mother oversee the handling of her personal belongings, subject to the applicable legal procedures.”
Evan let out a disbelieving laugh.
“That can’t be right. I’m her husband.”
Mr. Halden remained composed.
“Yes, Mr. Vale. Nobody is questioning your marital status. Any legal rights you may have will be considered through the proper process.”
Evan stepped forward, his jaw tightening.
“Then you understand that I have a say in this.”
“Of course. However, your wife left specific instructions regarding the assets she inherited before your marriage. She also prepared a personal statement that she wanted read to everyone attending this service.”
A quiet murmur spread through the congregation.
I looked toward the coffin.
My daughter, Emma, was only thirty-two. She had been a kindergarten teacher who loved rainy days, strawberry ice cream, and the comforting smell of freshly printed books.
She had also been eight months pregnant.
Her little boy was supposed to be named Oliver. I had already knitted a blue blanket for him, and it now rested beside his mother inside the coffin.
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