She remembered the mornings in Leonard’s room when fear filled the air before sunrise and she held his hand because no one else was there.
“You’re right about one thing,” she said calmly.
“Pain does make things clear.”
Brandon dropped to his knees beside the conference table.
“Please don’t do this,” he begged.
“You already did,” she replied.
Then she turned to Harrison.
“When can I take possession of the house?”
“Immediately,” he said.
Behind her, Brandon began shouting in disbelief as she walked toward the door.
She paused briefly.
“You’ll receive your monthly allowance,” she said calmly. “You might want to learn how to budget.”
Then she added, almost casually, “Caregiving jobs are always available if you need extra income.”
And she left.
Outside, the afternoon sunlight felt different.
Not because of the money—though the security it offered would certainly help her rebuild her life.
It felt different because Leonard had seen her.
During those long years when she worked quietly without praise, when she cared for him while others focused on their own lives, he had noticed.
In his final clear moments, he had made sure the truth would be recognized.
Olivia had never cared for him expecting a reward.