Sometimes we said nothing at all, and the nothing was enough.

I want to be honest about something, because it matters to the rest of this story: I never once expected her to leave me anything.

Not money, not land, not so much as a formal thank-you written on a card.

The thought never entered my head, and if it had, I would have been ashamed of it.

People assumed otherwise — the neighbors, later the family, everyone looking for the angle — but there was no angle.

I did not know she had anything to leave.