Bennett read silently for several minutes. Rosalind had written that she loved him, but she had also noticed how every conversation near the end of her life eventually turned toward the house, savings, or what would happen “later.” She told him plainly that his father was not an inheritance waiting to be collected. If Walter needed care someday, the money they had earned together was meant to provide it, not remain untouched so Bennett could receive more afterward.
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