Nobody moved.
Chloe slowly lowered herself onto an entryway stool.
Mason stared at the pages.
Mom’s hands started shaking.
“What about me?” my mother gasped, her hands shaking. “I was his wife! I am legally entitled to a spousal share!”
Sarah answered without hesitation.
“You signed a complete waiver of spousal elective share when you executed your premarital agreement twenty years ago,” Sarah noted smoothly. “And given the ongoing criminal inquiry, any attempt to contest the instrument would be legally frivolous.”
Mom’s head snapped toward me.
“Criminal inquiry? What are you talking about?!”
I took the police evidence receipt from the mantel.
“The toxicology report on Victor’s pain medication came back yesterday,” I said, looking her straight in the eye. “The liquid in his prescription bottle was ninety-eight percent tap water. The police have opened a formal investigation into elder abuse, medical neglect, and the illegal tampering of a controlled substance.”
