My first concern was not how much money Arthur had, but whether anyone was using his illness and wealth to make promises that would become painful later.

“I’ll have an attorney review these,” I said.

“The arrangements must be for her benefit, and nobody gets to tie them to visitation.”

Arthur agreed.

Natalie, standing near the window, quietly said she could send the documents directly to an independent lawyer if I preferred.

I did.

Harper was more interested in the small silver bell beside Arthur’s hospital bed than in the ring.

She asked what it was for.