Clara’s handwriting was small and careful, the way it always was when she was trying not to let her emotions show in the letters.
*Before I married you, Gwen and I had a falling-out.
I never told you what it was about because I was ashamed of my part in it.
But it was about money.
Our father’s money.
When he passed, he left everything to me.
Not to Gwen.
She never forgave me for that, even though I had nothing to do with his decision.
I tried to share it with her.
She refused.
She said she didn’t want my charity.
She wanted what was hers.*
I stopped reading.
“Daniel,” I said.
“Sit down.”
He pulled the small chair from the corner and sat across from me.
I read the next section out loud.
