“I’m… I’m out of the will?” he stammered.

“Not just that,” his boss said icily. “You’re fired.”

Ethan’s mouth opened and shut like a fish gasping for air.

Jessica stepped forward next. “Add divorce to that,” she said coldly, tossing her wedding ring so it clattered at his feet.

He dropped to his knees, the world crumbling around him. But he still didn’t know the worst was yet to come.

My father-in-law finally moved. He pulled an old silver pocket watch from his pocket, flipped it open, and held it out to Ethan. Inside was a small photo.

“That’s… Samuel,” Ethan whispered.

“He was with me. He died in a raid four months ago,” my father-in-law said quietly. Then he pointed to me.