“Elena.” The voice aroused me from my little nap and I slowly sat up.

Seeing my hand still intertwined with my father's hand instantly brought tears to my eyes. But knowing there was someone else in the room gave me the courage to hold back the tears.

I looked up, expecting to see the doctor, but it wasn't him.

“Mr. Williams?” He was Father's attorney.

He gave a prim smile and a curt bow. “Hello, Ma'am.”

“Is there a problem?” I asked, pretty unsure why he was here, ...