Her finger lightly grazed over the hard marks the pen had left on the envelope. Frank had written a will. Part of her brain was rushing off down some kind of 'grown up' route asking very sensible questions like: did she have a right to open the envelope? What sort of legal ground was she on now? Should she just take it straight to Mr Goodman? But that part of her brain was quickly overtaken, without any real effort.
She flipped over the envelope and slid her finger under the lip. It wasn't sealed. After a very brief moment of hesitation she opened the envelope and removed the piece of paper from inside. The will was clearly not 'official' yet. The language was very much Frank's, rather than holding any noticeable legal wording. He hadn't even done an official 'I Frank Thornton, being of sound mind,' opening to the letter. It was more like a list, a note. Abediah realised that she was rationalising.
As her eyes slid down the page she felt the anger grow like a small hot ball in the pit of her stomach. She flipped over the paper, the back was blank. Had he only just started? Was he still thinking about it? She knew that she hadn't, until now, given a second thought to what she might write in a will. Maybe Frank hadn't known what to write either, she mused. Giving him the benefit of the doubt she returned to the top and read through the will again.
After three more reads she could deny it no longer. Frank had started to write a will, that was a fact. She couldn't be sure if it was finished or only half written. But either way, for the whole page that he had written he hadn't had a single thought about her.
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Abediah Thornton
Misterio / SuspensoFor Abediah most days are the same. Get up, check the animals, feed everyone, fill the water and hay, muck out, maybe take her horse for a walk. It's repetitive and mundane but it's the life she chose and she likes it quiet. But one day her husband...
