Notarized wills required witnesses—at least two notaries, an attorney, a financial officer, a physician. They had to verify that the testator was lucid, acting of their own free will, and that the contents reflected their true wishes.
Uncle Harvey must have been coerced. There was no other explanation.
I fixed my gaze on Russ, searching for any flicker of guilt, any hint of panic.
Nothing. His composure didn't waver.
He pulled up the video without a word.
I watched it without blinking. From the first frame to the last, my uncle was completely coherent. Alert. Himself.
And at the very end, when he signed his name, he pressed down so hard the pen tore through the paper.
My mind went white.
How?
How is this possible?
There had to be something. Some trick I was missing.
I lunged forward and grabbed Charles Finch by the collar, yanking him close.
"You tampered with the video, didn't you? Your surname is Finch, and so is his—you two are in this together, scheming to steal my uncle's inheritance!"