Arthur didn’t flinch. “You’re too late, Caleb. Your father’s estate is not entering probate.”
Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about? He had no living spouse, and I am his sole surviving heir. The downtown commercial lot reverts to me.”
“Your father was married,” Arthur replied calmly, gesturing toward me. “Meet Nora Vance. Julian’s lawful wife.”
Caleb turned his head slowly, assessing me from my worn sneakers to the yellow sweater I was wearing. His eyes landed on the green backpack sitting in my lap, and then on the red silk dress resting over my knees.
For a second, his face went completely pale. The sight of his dead twin sister’s dress seemed to strike a hidden nerve deep within him. But the emotion vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a sneer of pure contempt.
“A hospital volunteer?” Caleb let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “Is this a joke? My father was an old, senile man suffering from end-stage heart failure! She took advantage of an incapacitated patient to orchestrate a deathbed marriage scam!”
