The Choice
That night, in the quiet of my study, surrounded by dusty portraits and memories of better days, I rewrote my will.
Not for the executives. Not for distant relatives who never called.
Everything — every dollar, every building, every acre of land — would go to Lewis.
He had no idea who I was. Yet in a world of judgment and greed, he gave without asking, respected without reason.
He had passed a test no one else even knew they were taking.
