“Yes, Nancy?”

“Mom — what on earth did you do to make Dad do this?”

The accusation stung far worse than the document had.

“What did I do?” I repeated, barely able to believe the question had come from my own child.

“Dad wouldn’t just write a clause like that for no reason,” Nancy pressed, her eyes narrowing.

“Sixty-nine years and he leaves you nothing?

There has to be a reason.