Chapters (41)
- Cover
- Part I
- NDA
- ICU
- Magic; Lies
- Reunion; Observations
- Whisky & Women
- Whispers & Wine
- The Truth Will Out
- i love you, for the millionth time
- Part II
- 72 hours
- 7 days
- 14 days
- 18 days
- 21 days
- day unknown
- day unknown
- 30 days
- 33 days
- 90 days
- 120 days
- 210 days
- Part III
- Letters From The Dead, Part One
- Letters From the Dead, Part Two
- Resurrection
- Stars
- Coffee & Home Cooking
- Watercolors & John Denver
- One Little Thing At A Time
- Lie Just A Little Longer
- Kintsugi Heart
- Heart Work
- Too Right, Too Soon
- Learn me, Find You
- A Song Of Us
- The Art To Living
- A Note From Jasinda & Jack
- Sign Up!
- Also by Jasinda Wilder
“Ahem. ‘Upon confirmation that my illness was terminal…’ ummm…ah, here we are. 'The total cash value of our investments was actually considerably higher, but I paid the taxes on it and then used the proceeds to zero out our debts. My student loans and yours, low interest though they were, are gone. All credit cards are at zero as well, and mine have been canceled and cut up, as well as your car loan; and as specified above, I sold my car. Our mortgage as well is now paid—you own the home free and clear, my love.’ His words, clearly. ‘You owe nothing to anyone. I arranged everything for the funeral, and all costs there have been paid. I also created a separate account, in your name, which I funded and then created an auto-payment system for all utilities. You won’t have to worry about paying utilities or the funding of that account for at least a year. Transfer a few grand into it at the start of each year and you’ll never have to worry about it. I have instructed Lewis to take care of this for you, however. He has access to everything, and I trust him absolutely. Focus on yourself, Nadia. One day at a time.’”
Tomas Anton removes his reading glasses, sets the will down and his glasses upon it. “That is all.”
“It’s a lot to process,” I whisper. “I had no idea he was doing all that. That we had…all that.”
Tess rubs my shoulder. “He’s taking care of you, even now.”
I hiccup, attempting to hold back sobs. “I have to go now.” I stand up, abruptly. “Is there anything I need to sign, or to do?”
“I do need a few signatures.” He twists a stack of papers, marked with arrow-shaped sticky notes. “Here…and here…and here…one more…and last one. Thank you. As I’ve said, specific financial details are available through Mr. McCleary. His card is included in the folder, here. Some of this will take time to work out, payments and such. The life insurance in particular might take up to another thirty days before you see it. They are not swift to pay out, I’m afraid.” He stands up, handing me a black folder containing the will and pertinent documents, with a business card attached to the inside flap via paper clip. “Your husband spent much of his last months preparing all of this. He has seen to your every need, as well as can possibly be done. You should be very proud, Mrs. Bell. It was an honor to have worked for him.”
“Th-thank you, Mr. Anton.”
“If there is anything else you need, please do not hesitate to contact me. My specialty is estate law, but if you should need legal representation or advice, I am but a phone call away.”