1 août 2026

When my distant uncle passed away and secretly left me more than sixty-five million dollars, I told no one.

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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