“This is some kind of joke?”
“No.”
Paul’s expression didn’t change.
“She told me that if you ever asked about the inheritance immediately after her death, I was to give you the box. If you didn’t ask, I was supposed to wait thirty days.”
“Why?”
“Because she wanted to know whether you would.”
The room suddenly felt colder.
I looked down at the box again.
For three years, I had imagined this moment differently.