We arranged for me to speak with the estate and financial professionals, obtain the relevant confirmations, and understand what remained pending.

“So many spreadsheets,” I said, looking at the laptop.

Nora gave a tired smile.

“So many.”

I laughed once, then cried because the sound reminded me of him.

For years, I had accused Simon of leaving the practical work to me.

In this one hidden corner, he had prepared schedules, copies, notes, and references with painful care.

I wanted to be furious about the irony.