He Brought His Mistress to His Pregnant Wife’s Funeral. Then the Lawyer Opened the Will

to inherit it. Everything passed to me, just as Lily planned.

I moved into her house. I repainted the stairwell. I filled it with light. I turned the nursery into a space where women could come and be believed.

Some nights, I sit at the kitchen table with Lily’s letter spread in front of me.

She wasn’t just writing a will.

She was leaving a way out.