It happened on an ordinary afternoon, in their quiet home just outside Chicago—the same house I’d been helping to keep afloat for over five years.
But that day, while scanning documents, I saw a folder labeled “Estate Plan.” It was just sitting there, half-open.
I hesitated.
I hadn’t gone looking for anything. But as I reached for the next file, three words caught my eye:
Last Will and Testament.
“Everything Goes to Eric.”
I opened it.
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