Arthur nodded slowly. “You may want to decide that after you’ve heard from his sister.”
“Marissa?”
“She called me this morning,” he said. “She intends to contest the will. She’s claiming undue influence. She believes you married Julian for his house.”
Part 6: The Sister
I didn’t open the box that night. I didn’t watch the video either.
I was too angry. Angry at Julian for lying. Angry at my mother for being brave. Angry at a man who ran a red light thirty-one years ago and whom I’d never even thought about, because I’d never known he existed.
And underneath the anger, something worse.
For fifteen years, I’d believed a stranger thought I was worth $50 and a sentence on a card. It had kept me going through the worst foster home. It had kept me going the night I aged out with two trash bags of clothes.
