Evan’s smile sharpened.
“Is this really necessary now?” he asked. “My wife isn’t even buried.”
Mr. Halden adjusted his glasses.
“Before the burial,” he announced, voice sharp enough to silence the room, “the will must be read.”
A ripple passed through the mourners.
Evan smirked. Celeste squeezed his arm.
Then Mr. Halden opened the envelope and read the first name.
“My mother, Margaret Ellis.”
Evan’s smile vanished instantly….
Part 2
