The first thing I remember is the rain tapping against the estate lawyer’s window.
Not the number.
Not the documents.
Not even the way the attorney looked at me as though he expected me to collapse.
Just the rain.
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The first thing I remember is the rain tapping against the estate lawyer’s window.
Not the number.
Not the documents.
Not even the way the attorney looked at me as though he expected me to collapse.
Just the rain.
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