I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

glasses. One of those fake plants in the corner with dust in the leaves. The air conditioner running too cold.

Walter’s daughter, Linda, sat two seats down from me and wouldn’t look my way.

Her son, Greg, looked directly at me. Not curious. Not kind. More like he’d already decided what I was and was waiting for the proof.

The attorney broke the seal with continue reading …