The Reading
Odessa Marlow sat between her son and daughter in Percival Ostrow's office, her spine straight, her black dress unwrinkled despite the two weeks since Aldric's funeral. Roman kept checking his watch. Thalia kept not checking anything, staring instead at the framed diploma behind Ostrow's head like it might tell her something.
Garrick Kessler sat apart from them, alone on the leather bench by the window, ankles crossed, entirely too comfortable for a man who'd barely spoken to his brother in a decade.
"The house on Cedar Lane," Ostrow read, "to Roman Aldric Kessler." Routine. Efficient. Odessa let herself breathe.
"The lake property, to Thalia Kessler." Another exhale.
"Forty percent voting shares of Kessler Holdings, to be divided between the surviving spouse and issue per Schedule C—"
Ostrow stopped.
He turned the page back. Then forward again. His reading glasses slid an inch down his nose and he did not push them up.
"Percival?" Odessa said.
"Give me a moment." He wasn't looking at her. He was looking at Garrick, and something in his face made Odessa's stomach fold in on itself.
"Is there a problem," Roman said. Not a question. A demand dressed as one.
"There's a codicil referencing Schedule C," Ostrow said slowly, "that I need to verify before I can read further. It concerns the marital status clause."
"The what," Thalia said.
Garrick uncrossed his ankles. Stood. Buttoned his jacket like a man arriving at a meeting rather than one leaving it.
"I can save everyone some time," he said. "This morning, before this reading, my attorney filed a motion to freeze estate distribution pending verification of my brother's marriage."
The room went perfectly silent.
"Verification of what," Odessa said. Her voice came out steadier than she felt.
Garrick looked at her — not unkindly, which somehow made it worse.
"That you were ever legally his wife at all, Odessa."