He is organizing his life around it.”
My eyes burned.
Then came the sentence that changed everything.
“If anything happens to me before my doctors expect, Nathaniel has instructions.”
I looked up sharply.
“What happened to Grandma?”
Nathaniel did not answer.
“She had cancer.”
“Yes.”
“She died from it.”
He hesitated.
“She died from complications.”
“What kind?”
“Pneumonia, officially.”
“Officially?”
He reached for another file.
“Six weeks before her death, Opal dismissed a home-care nurse.”
“Why?”
“She believed someone was interfering with her medication.”
I stood.
“Who?”
“We don’t know.”
My head spun.
“No.”
“Sylvie—”
“No.
Are you telling me you think my parents killed my grandmother?”
“I’m telling you Opal was suspicious.”
“Did you investigate?”
“She refused police involvement.”
“Why?”
“She said she had no proof.”
I paced toward the window.
This was becoming monstrous.
Inheritance betrayal was one thing.
Attempted academic sabotage another.
But murder?
No.
