I sat stiffly in the lawyer’s office across from Mrs. Rhode’s niece, who kept looking at me like I was something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of her shoe. Every few seconds, her lip curled with barely hidden disgust while she adjusted the expensive bracelet glittering on her wrist.
The lawyer cleared his throat, opened a folder, and began reading in the dull, emotionless tone people use when they don’t care whose world they’re destroying…. Continue Reading ⬇️
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