She Was Always the Jewel of Windsor

"The day old Mrs. Moretti's will was read aloud, I learned that my husband had a son.

By the time the lawyer reached the final page, two people I'd never seen before had appeared in the conference room.

A woman, twenty-five or twenty-six, in a black dress, eyes rimmed red, her head bowed the entire time.

A boy, around four years old, sitting beside Dominic's knee, his small hand resting in Dominic's palm.

Dominic was filing the child's fingernails.

Gently.

Like he'd done it many times before.

Before closing the documents, the lawyer glanced at me.