“A hospital volunteer?” Caleb let out a harsh, bitter laugh.

“Is this some kind of joke?

My father was an old, senile man in end-stage heart failure.

This woman took advantage of an incapacitated, dying patient to orchestrate a deathbed marriage scam.” I stood up from my chair, holding the red dress carefully against my chest, and I found that my voice was steady.

“I took care of him when he had no one else, Caleb,” I said.

“For a week I never left his side.