happens after I’m gone…”
A chill went down my spine. “What do you mean?”
He hesitated.
“The paperwork… There’s something you need to sign.”
“What do you mean?”
I kept my face calm.“What paperwork?”
“The trust release. Joint accounts. Just practical things.” He looked down at the blanket. “If I leave you with a legal mess, I’ll never forgive myself.”
I stared at him.
All I could think about was how this fitted into his terminal diagnosis act.
And whether this had anything to do with the papers I
