“No sibling.”
“Then who?”
She whispered the answer.
And suddenly, every major event of the previous three years rearranged itself one final time.
PART 8 — THE LAST SECRET, THE WEDDING, AND THE LIFE WE NEVER EXPECTED
The final beneficiary of my father’s trust was not a person.
It was a purpose.
Anna brought the letter to my house the next morning.
Adrian made coffee while Emily and Grace sat at the table.
“This feels ominous,” Emily said.
“It’s a Bennett family letter,” I replied. “Ominous is our brand.”
Anna laughed.
Then she unfolded the page.
My father had written it shortly before he passed away.
If both of my daughters eventually find each other, I hope they will understand why I divided the trust the way I did. Half belongs to Claire. Half belongs to Anna. But if they freely choose to combine their interests for a public project, an additional protected parcel of land is to be released.
