second.
Then nodded once.
“Yeah.”
He reached beneath the counter and placed a thick folder in front of me.
Legal documents.
Ownership percentages.
Bank transfers.
Official signatures.
Real.
Every bit of it real.
I started laughing and crying simultaneously, which was humiliating, but I was too overwhelmed to stop it.
Joe looked at me carefully.
The tough expression he usually wore softened slightly.
“She was proud of you,” he said quietly.
I covered my eyes with one hand before I completely fell apart in the middle of the diner.
After
