The next day while having lunch with his friend George, whom he’d known all his life, Donald suddenly grabbed his chest, collapsed, and died before the paramedics arrived. George had told me about Donald’s death himself.
Tears blurred my vision as I stared at the hated list. Would I ever know what any of it meant? Maybe. Talking to his lawyer could have meant changing his will, in which case I might be out of the house soon. The lawyer would come tell me—if Donald had changed his will. I didn’t know
Maybe I should ask George, Donald’s best friend. If anyone knew what had been going on with Donald, it would be George. How did one go about asking someone why their partner no longer loved them?