At the far end of the table, was the lawyer. A gray haired shout man who was in his late sixties, with a ridiculous pair of glasses. On his right hand, Bartholomew, me and Ella, respectively. On his left, were Miller and Elizabeth, his wife, and Margaret, the drama queen. So far, she has not started any drama and I must confess, I am surprised.

On the far end of the table was Miller and an old lady whom I couldn’t recognize. Miller’s gaze fell on me and I held it, but it sent shivers down my spine. Crazy and scary as his eyes looked, I waited till he broke eye contact before I looked away.

“I’ll call out your name for protocol’s sake, do well to answer, so that I’ll be sure that you all are here.” The lawyer announced his moved and we all nodded.

“Miller Sterling…” he called

“Here,” Miller answered.

“Margaret Gerald Sterling…”

“Here,” her voice was calm.

He went on and on calling their names, and everyone present on the table answered to their names. 

The lawyer went on to read the will, everybody in the hall paid rapt attention except for me of course. The moment the lawyer began, reading and stating that the will was Cornelius Sterling’s will, fear gripped my heart.

I have left my life behind and have come to embrace a new life with hopes that this new life will be better for me and will serve as a compensation for all the pain and suffering that I have gone through.

“As at the time I am writing this will,” the lawyer's words crept into my subconscious mind, informing me that he was close to the appointments, “I have no son…” he continued but my mind drifted again.