They thought they were signing a document to get their hands on my fortune.

What they were actually going to sign, of their own free and greedy will, in front of a notary, was a full confession dressed up as a windfall: a legal instrument handing back every single thing they had taken from my dying wife, and chaining themselves to the debts they had run up in the taking.

They were going to build the trap themselves, and walk into it smiling, because they could not see past the shine of a number to the shape of the thing underneath.

Greed had made them stupid.