to Eleanor’s niece.
Most of the money had been donated to a charity foundation.
Part was for the hospital.
Another part went to the church where Eleanor had spent years helping lonely people.
I hadn’t left anything.
Not even the house.
No money.
No car.
Not a single dollar.
I felt the anger start to grow inside me.
And until that moment I was still so selfish that my first pain was not to have lost Eleanor.
It was discovering that I hadn’t received anything.
“So… didn’t he leave me anything?” I asked.
The lawyer watched me for a few seconds.
Then he leaned over, pulled out an old wooden box from under the table and placed it in front of me.
On the lid was my name written with the delicate letter of Eleanor.
For Nathan.
I let out a bitter laugh.
“Is this all he left me?”
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