The will was different. Very different. My heart raced as I scanned the lines, disbelief mingling with a growing sense of betrayal. This document named me as the primary beneficiary, the children receiving a more modest portion. Why had Richard hidden this? And why had he left the other version for Natalie to find?

A creak on the floorboards jolted me back to the present. I turned sharply, heart pounding. Andrew stood in the doorway, his face shadowed but eyes bright and watchful. “Mom?” he asked, his voice low and edged with something I couldn’t quite place.

“Andrew,” I replied, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. “I…couldn’t sleep.”