time when I had already begun to believe that I would never be truly needed by anyone again.
And that is why I left you nothing in my will.”
Confused, I looked at Harris.
“I don’t understand.”
He placed a second folder on the table.
“Because everything William wanted you to have was no longer part of his estate by the time he died.”
I opened the folder.
The first document was the deed to the house.
In my name.
I covered my mouth with my hand.
The next document showed an investment account.
It had been created three years earlier.
For Sophie.
There was enough money in it to pay for her education.
Then I found another document.
William had established a foundation.
Its purpose was to help struggling single mothers and children in the foster-care system.
And one person had been appointed to run it.
Me.
I sat
