The voice on the other end was familiar, yet distant, a connection that felt fragile and tenuous. « Hello? » Jonathan’s voice came through, a mix of surprise and curiosity.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. « Jonathan, it’s me. I just came from a meeting with the estate attorney. » There was a pause, a moment of silence that stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words.
« I see, » he replied, his tone cautious. « I assume you’ve seen the will? »
« Yes, » I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. « I need to understand why. Why did my mother leave everything to you? »
Jonathan sighed, a sound that crackled over the phone line. « It’s complicated, » he began, his words careful and measured.
« I’m listening, » I pressed, my patience fraying at the edges.
« Your mother and I had a partnership, » he explained, his voice steady but tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. « It was more than just business. We had plans, dreams for the future. She wanted to ensure that those dreams could continue, even if she wasn’t around. »
« And what about me? » I asked, my voice small in the vastness of the question.
There was a pause, the silence stretching out like a chasm between us. « She did this to protect you, » Jonathan finally said, his voice soft, almost apologetic. « She wanted you to have a chance to build your own life, without the weight of her world on your shoulders. »
His words hung in the air, a complex tangle of intentions and emotions. It was an explanation, yet it felt incomplete, a piece of a puzzle I wasn’t sure how to solve.
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