“I kept my promise,” I whispered as I touched the cold wood of the casket. Behind me, I could hear my father speaking to an attorney in a low, urgent voice that did not belong in a house of worship.
“We need to move on the probate filings as quickly as possible,” he said while ignoring the mourners surrounding him. The words felt like insects crawling over my skin as I realized he was already planning for a life without her influence.
The reception was held at our historic home on King Street, a beautiful estate built in the nineteenth century with wide porches and a garden Victoria had spent years perfecting. Richard always referred to the house as a museum, preferring modern glass structures over the creaking heart pine floors that my mother loved.
During the gathering, I found him in her private study, which was a room he had rarely entered while she was alive. He was standing behind her mahogany desk and shuffling through a series of folders with a frantic energy that felt disrespectful.
“What are you doing in here right now?” I asked as I pushed the heavy doors open. He did not look up from the documents as he replied in a voice that lacked any warmth.
“I am locating the necessary paperwork to ensure the estate is handled properly,” he explained while tossing a pen aside. “There are guests downstairs who came to honor Mom, and this can surely wait until tomorrow,” I countered while feeling a wave of anger rise in my chest.
“Everything that belonged to her now belongs to me, Audrey,” he stated while looking at me with a coldness that made the room feel freezing. “Her possessions and her legacy are my responsibility now, and life must continue regardless of your sentimentality.”
I left the room before I could say something that would escalate the situation, though the feeling of unease remained with me through the night. For the next three days, my father was constantly on the phone, and I caught fragments of conversations that hinted at a plan I did not understand.
“She is unaware of the situation,” he muttered into his phone while pacing the library. “Once the house is cleared, we can proceed with the liquidation of the assets as we discussed.”
