Because the divorce had not been completed, everything legally went to her.
The house. The savings. The accounts.
I did not contest it.
I reminded myself that money could never bring him back. I packed his room slowly, carefully, folding his clothes as though he might still need them.
Two weeks later, my phone rang.
She was screaming.
“You ruined his will!” she shrieked. “What did you do?!”
I hadn’t done anything.
But my son had.
The lawyer finally explained the details she had skimmed over in her eagerness to inherit. Yes, she had inherited everything—on paper. But she could not access a single cent until she fulfilled one condition my son had added after she left.
She had to return every personal item he had ever owned.
