I nodded obediently, playing the dutiful daughter. But the plan was already taking shape in my mind.
I stood before Aunt Harriet's headstone for a long time, saying nothing. A fine rain began to fall. Frederick appeared beside me, holding an umbrella over my head. "Libby, my condolences. Given your aunt's condition, maybe passing on was a mercy."
I let out a quiet, bitter laugh. "For me, leaving would be a mercy too."
Frederick didn't understand what I meant. He moved to lay flowers at the grave, but Agatha's voice cut in from a distance.
"Are we done yet? When are we leaving?" Impatience was written all over her face. She'd shown up to the funeral, but inside, she was happier than anyone.
"Go ahead without me. I want to be alone." I pushed Frederick away and let the rain soak through me.
After the funeral, I called Joseph to thank him, and to ask for one more favor.
"Of course. You never have to be polite with me."
"I've already made the introductions here. Whenever you're ready, there's a seat on the board waiting for you."
He sent over a series of documents. I looked them over and nodded, satisfied.