and again:
“When I’m gone, everything I have becomes yours.”
The lawyer flipped one final page.
Then closed the folder.
“That concludes the reading.”
The room went silent.
I stared at him.
My throat tightened painfully.
“That’s it?”
The lawyer folded his hands together. “Yes.”
“But she promised me—”
The sentence broke apart before I could finish it.
And suddenly, one horrible thought hit me hard enough to make my stomach twist.
She lied.
Mrs. Rhode lied to me.
The old humiliation I spent my entire life learning to survive
