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provision.”

      Kate looked at her father. “I don’t think it’s right,” she objected. “It should just be the trust for Annabelle. The rest should go to you.” Kate didn’t think she and Simon needed the money. They had plenty of income between their salaries and Kate’s trust, and her parents had given them a very generous check that allowed them to buy the land and build their own home.

      “No, Kate. This is what your mother wanted. Her parents’ estate was handled the same way. I don’t care about the money. I just wish she were still here …” His voice broke.

      “Still—” she began, but Simon interrupted her.

      “I agree with your father. If that’s what she wanted, we need to respect that.”

      A look crossed Harrison’s face, and Kate thought she read annoyance in his eyes. Simon’s interjection irritated her too. It wasn’t his place to say anything, really.

      “I must agree with Simon on this,” Gordon said, and Kate cocked her head, knowing how much he must have hated to agree with Simon on anything. “The estate is quite sizable. Thirty million to Harrison and thirty million to you, Kate, with ten of that put aside in a trust for Annabelle.” Kate had known the number would be considerable, but she was still surprised by it. This new inheritance would be in addition to the millions that her grandmother had left her when she’d died. A good portion of that money had been used to create the Children’s Heart Foundation, which provided free cardiac care to children who didn’t have insurance. The foundation took care of all of the kids’ medical expenses, along with housing for the parents while the children were in the hospital. Kate and Harrison, also a pediatric cardiothoracic surgeon, saw patients from all over the country, and the foundation allowed them to dedicate a significant amount of their practice to pro bono work.

      Kate leaned forward in her chair. “I want to put some of the money into the trust for the foundation,” she said to Gordon. “Will you set up a meeting with Charles Hammersmith at the trust and our attorney to discuss it?”

      “Of course. I’ll get right on it,” Gordon said.

      Simon cleared his throat. “Maybe we should take some time to think about how much should go into the foundation before we meet with them.”

      Gordon looked from Kate to Simon and back to Kate again, his eyes resting on her for an answer.

      “Why don’t you go ahead and set up the meeting, Gordon?” She turned to Simon and gave him a tight smile. “We have time to discuss it later,” she said.

      Gordon clasped his hands together and leaned forward. “I’m not sure how to bring this up, except to just tell you.” He took a dramatic pause as they all looked at him expectantly.

      “What is it?” Harrison asked.

      “I received a phone call from Lily.” Again he paused. “It was the day before she … ahem … anyway, she asked me to keep it confidential, but now that she’s gone … well, she wanted to come in and make changes to her will.”

      “What?” both Harrison and Kate said at the same time.

      Gordon nodded somberly. “I’m assuming, then, that you knew nothing about this?”

      Kate looked at her father. His face had paled.

      “No, nothing. Are you sure that’s what she wanted to meet with you about?”

      “Quite sure. She specified that she wanted a notary available. I had to mention this to the police, of course. I wanted you to know.”

      Harrison stood up, moving closer to where Gordon was sitting. “What exactly did my wife say?”

      Color rose to Gordon’s cheeks. “I told you. That she wanted to change her will. The last thing she said before we hung up was, ‘I’d appreciate your keeping this between us.’”

      Kate looked at her father again, trying to gauge his reaction. His expression was inscrutable.

      “Is there anything else, or can we go?” Harrison asked, his voice tight.

      “Just a few more things to sign,” Gordon answered.

      After the papers were signed, the meeting ended, and Gordon came around from behind his desk, once again taking Kate’s hands in his.

      “If there is anything, anything at all, I can do for you, please call me.” He let go of her hands and pulled her to him in a stiff hug. There had always been such awkwardness to Gordon, from the time they’d been children together.

      As a child, he’d had few friends, and that continued throughout his teen years. Kate wasn’t sure that he’d ever had a girlfriend, certainly not when they were young. He had always been odd, eschewing jeans for checkered or printed golf pants along with starched shirts and bow ties when he wasn’t in his school uniform. Although she never felt completely comfortable around him, she also never failed to defend Gordon when others made fun of him, so while she had never thought of Gordon as one of her friends, because of their parents’ long-standing relationship, they’d been thrown together frequently growing up.

      Once, at the Bartons’ annual New Year’s Day open house, when Gordon had just turned fourteen and Kate was almost thirteen, he’d cornered her.

      The party was well under way when Gordon said, “This is boring. Come on. I’ll show you something interesting.”

      “I don’t think so. Maybe another time.” As she edged away, he moved closer to her.

      “Come on. You’ll like this. I promise.”

      “I’ll like what?”

      “My new art project. I’ve been working on it for months. Follow me.” He reached for her hand, but Kate clasped her hands together as he led the way out of the room.

      She followed him to a wing of the large house where she’d never been before. After leading her down a long corridor, he stopped in front of a closed door and turned to her. “Mother gave this room to me for Christmas,” he said. “For my art projects.”

      He pulled a key from his pocket and inserted it into the lock. Kate ran her tongue across her upper lip and tasted salty perspiration. The door opened, and Gordon flipped the switch. Soft light filled the room, making the small space look warm and cozy. The walls were painted dark red and covered in large black-and-white photographs of old downtown row houses.

      “Did you take these?” Kate asked, moving closer to one of the framed images.

      “Yeah, a while ago. But I want to show you what I’m working on now.”

      He pushed a button on the wall and then went to stand behind a metal desk where a computer and projector sat. Kate turned to look as a film screen rolled down.

      “I’m going to dim the light,” he said, turning on the projector.

      Black-and-white images of houses appeared on the screen as the film opened, and then the camera focused on one house alone, slowly moving in closer until she could see the occupants. A thin blond woman sat on a sofa watching TV while two young children sat on the floor playing some kind of game. The camera then withdrew, and another house came into focus. The camera again moved in for a closer look at two women sitting at a kitchen table, while another one stood at the sink washing dishes. The film went on moving from house to house, recording the activities of the occupants. When at last it finished, Gordon switched off the projector and turned the light on.

      Kate was stunned.

      “Well, how do you like it? I’ve been working on it for months. I’m calling it ‘Contemporary Mundanity,’” Gordon said. He’d been positively beaming.

      “Gordon. You’re spying on people!”

      “I’m not spying. It’s what anyone would see if they walked by and looked in.”

      “No, it’s not. It’s like being a Peeping Tom.”

      His

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