Jason finally shifted in his seat.
Rachel whispered something in his ear.
He nodded slightly.
They looked relaxed.
Comfortable.
As if they were waiting for the service to end so they could go to lunch.
Something inside me broke.
The lawyer arrives
The last anthem ended.
People slowly began to get up from the benches.
The pastor stepped aside.
And that's when a man in a gray suit approached the front of the church.
He was older, maybe in his fifties.
His silver hair was neatly styled and he carried a leather briefcase.
He cleared his throat.
“Excuse me.”
His voice was clearly heard in the silent church.
“My name is Daniel Hayes.”
Some people sat down again.
“I am Lily Reed’s lawyer.”
Jason straightened up immediately.
He clenched his jaw.
"Now?" he snapped. "Are we going to do this now?"
Mr. Hayes did not react.
—His wife left explicit instructions—he said calmly—.
—He asked that his will be opened and read today, at his funeral, in front of his family.
He paused.
—And in front of you.
A murmur spread through the church.
Jason snorted.
—This is ridiculous.
Mr. Hayes opened his briefcase and took out a thick folder.
"There's a specific section that Lily insisted be read aloud," he said.
He unfolded a crumpled sheet of paper.
—Written in his own handwriting.
Rachel shifted uncomfortably next to Jason.
I felt my heart racing.
The way Mr. Hayes held that paper seemed important to me.
Heavy.
As if the room itself were holding its breath.
Mr. Hayes began to read.
Lily's letter
"If you're listening to this," he said, "then I'm not here anymore."
I got a lump in my throat.
"Jason," she continued, "I know about Rachel. I've known for much longer than you think."
Gasps were heard throughout the church.
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