My name listed as successor trustee.
“Why didn’t he tell me?” I asked.
“Donna asked him not to,” Mr. Collins said gently. “He wanted to honor that. He planned to tell you… eventually.”
My anger softened.
“He loved you very much,” Mr. Collins added. “He believed you’d understand.”
When I left, I had Adam’s number.
And a very different understanding of the man I had married.
That afternoon, I called Adam.
We met again at the cemetery.
He was already there, sitting near the grave with a small bouquet of flowers.
“I spoke to Mr. Collins,” I told him.
He tensed.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I assumed the worst.”
“I understand,” he replied.
“I’m still hurt,” I admitted. “But… I understand why he kept his promise.”
Adam nodded.
I took a breath.
“I’m going to continue the education fund,” I said. “You’ll finish school.”
His eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yes. Daniel trusted me with that. And I won’t let him—or you—down.”
“Thank you,” he said. “He always said you were the best person he knew.”
I let out a small, tearful laugh.
