“To my daughter Natalie,” I read, my voice steady and clear, “and to my son-in-law Grant Morrison…”
I paused, letting the weight of my father’s words fill the enormous space.
“I have watched you both for the last fourteen months. I have seen what you thought I could no longer see.”
A ripple of confusion spread through the pews.
I continued reading:
“Therefore, I have made the following changes to my final will. Effective immediately upon my death:
All shares in Morrison & Associates — previously set to transfer to my son-in-law Grant Morrison — are hereby revoked and transferred entirely to my daughter Natalie.”
Gasps exploded across the cathedral.
Grant shot to his feet. His face had gone the color of ash.
I kept reading, louder now:
“Furthermore, the beach house in Malibu, the investment portfolio worth twenty-eight million dollars, and the majority stake in Hamilton Enterprises will pass solely to Natalie. Grant Morrison will receive nothing.”
Rebecca stood up so fast the pew creaked. The Versace dress shimmered violently as she moved.
