He looked back at the pastor awkwardly. “I guess that’s all I have to say. Thank you.”

The pastor thanked him as Brian hurried to his seat. He exhaled deeply as he collapsed next to Harper. She looped her arm through his and rested her head on his shoulder.

“That was very sweet, Dad,” she told him. “Bernie would’ve liked that.”

The service finished up shortly afterward. The pastor asked people to come out to the cemetery for the burial if they liked, but most of the attendees seemed to be leaving.

Brian and Harper got up with the intention of heading out to their car when a man in a gray suit approached them. He looked familiar, but everybody in Capri looked familiar. The town wasn’t that big, so even if Harper didn’t personally know certain people, she’d probably seen them around.

“You’re Brian Fisher?” the man asked.

“That’s right,” Brian said cautiously.

“I’m Dean Stanton, Bernie’s lawyer.” The man stuck out his hand, but Brian was slow to shake it.

“Bernie had a lawyer?” Brian sounded genuinely surprised. “What did Bernie need a lawyer for?”

“I handled his will and his estate,” Dean said. “And I’ve been meaning to get in touch with you.”

“What for?” Harper asked, inserting herself in the conversation.

“He’s named you, Brian, as his beneficiary,” Dean said. “He didn’t have much in the way of life insurance. What he did have only covers what he owed on the island, but at least now you get the property free and clear.”

“What?” Brian shook his head, not understanding. “Property?”

“Yes, he’s left everything to you,” Dean explained. “The island and all of its contents, including the cabin, the boathouse, and the boat.”

“He left me the island?” Brian appeared dumbfounded, and he exchanged a confused glance with Harper. “He never told me that.”

“Well, he did,” Dean said. “I’ll need to have you come down to sign some papers.

“Here’s my card,” Dean said as he handed it to Brian. “Give me a call, and we’ll set something up. But right now I’ll let you get back to the funeral. I’m sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you,” Brian murmured, sounding distracted and dazed.

The funeral home director was wheeling the casket out the back doors so they could load it into the hearse, and Brian turned back to watch Bernie’s departure as Dean walked away.

“We should get going if we want to be in the procession,” Harper said.

Brian nodded and shoved the lawyer’s business card in his back pocket.