rushed back all at once—that awful feeling of realizing everyone else understood the truth before you did.
I stood so quickly the chair scraped harshly against the floor.
Diane crossed her legs slowly, clearly enjoying herself now.
“You really believed she’d leave her estate to a waiter?” she asked softly.
The lawyer cleared his throat awkwardly, but he did not stop her.
That hurt almost worse.
I walked out before either of them could see tears building in my eyes.
Outside, cold rain soaked through my jacket almost immediately.
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