I saw the pattern often enough that I stopped being able to unsee it.”

“So you were testing them,” I said softly.

“All these years.”

“I wanted to know who would stay beside me,” he said, “when I was no longer of any financial use to them.” He lowered his eyes.

“And I have my answer now.”

I felt a strange, terrible mixture of grief and fury — grief for him, fury at them.