At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”
“He knew exactly what Raymond would do.”
“He made an educated guess.”
I returned to the letter.
The house is not in this box because a house does not fit in a box, despite lawyers doing their best. It remains titled to my trust. You have the right to live there for as long as you wish under the trust terms Vance already explained. If you hate the place, don’t move in because a dead man was sentimental.
I smiled.