Arthur promised.

I smiled despite myself.

At seven, she knew how to establish a boundary better than several adults in the room.

“It is Paige’s rightful share of her mother’s inheritance.

I should’ve done this for her many years ago.”

I looked down at the official documents in my hands, then looked up at the dying man.

“I still don’t completely understand you or the choices you made,” I said honestly.

“I know you don’t,” Arthur nodded, tears continuing to pool in his tired eyes.