His eyes softened.
“I’ll leave you to rest.”
At the doorway, he paused. “Claire?”
“Yes?”
“Whitney told me once that your uncle abandoned the family.”
Richard gave no reaction.
Daniel looked at him, then back at me. “Tonight I’m starting to wonder who abandoned whom.”
Then he left.
Evelyn lowered Noah carefully into the bassinet beside my bed. My son stretched, sighed, and settled, one tiny fist resting near his cheek.
Richard stood by the window with the envelope in his hand.
“Uncle Richard,” I said.
He turned.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
For the first time since he walked into my hospital room, he looked uncertain.
Evelyn touched his sleeve. “She deserves to know.”
Richard looked at Noah, then at the closed door Daniel had just passed through.
“Your grandparents didn’t name your father as trustee,” he said.
I waited.
“They named me.”
The words moved through me slowly.
