I Married an Older Woman for Money and a Place to Stay – After Her Funeral, Her Lawyer Handed Me a Box and Said, ‘This Is What You Really Wanted’

“Lonely doesn’t mean careless.”

She folded her hands on the table. “The house stays mine. My savings stay mine. And if something happens to me, my will speaks for me.”

“A prenuptial agreement.”

“You think I’m after your money, Evie?”

She looked at me over her reading glasses. “I think hunger makes good people do ugly things, honey.”

My face burned. “I’m not hungry anymore. Not like I used to be.”

“No,” she said. “But you still eat like someone might take the plate.”

I nodded and signed it anyway.

Paper was paper, I told myself. Time changed things, and people changed wills.