An Elderly Woman Asked Me to Marry Her as Her Final Wish – After She Passed Away, Her Lawyer Handed Me Her Hospital Bag and Said, ‘She Chose You for a Reason’

Sarah found me inside a supply closet folding towels.

“Management wants to meet with you on Wednesday,” she said. “Formal inquiry.”

“I expected that.”

“You need a plan.”

“I’m giving everything back.”

She stared at me.

“Whatever Gloria left,” I continued. “Marcus can have it.”

“That’s exactly what he wants.”

“He’s family.”

“You were her family.”

“He’s blood.”

“So what?”

I kept folding towels.

“I don’t want anyone believing I married her for money.”

That night, I sat on my bed with the canvas bag in front of me.

I still had not opened it.

The zipper seemed to accuse me.

As though the moment I looked inside, I would become exactly what Marcus had called me.

Then my phone rang.

It was Mr. Charleston.

“Daniel, I didn’t get to finish speaking at the funeral.”

“What were you going to say?”

“Gloria expected Marcus to appear.”

I looked at the bag.

“She planned for everything,” he said. “Please open it before you make any decisions.”

“Planned for what?”

“You’ll understand when you read the letter.”