During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

“Yes.”

The word didn’t explode. It sank. Deep down.

Irene placed the yellow envelope in front of me. “This is the real will. The one you found in the desk. Tomorrow, Richard will present a forged one at an upscale law firm in Midtown. In that document, you are placed under your sons’ guardianship due to ’emotional incapacity.’ If you sign it and they continue reading …