I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

a silver letter opener.

Paper crackled.

Nobody moved.

He cleared his throat and began to read.

“To my family, if you’re hearing this, then I’ve finally gone where Ruth has been waiting for me to stop being stubborn.”

A couple people gave small, polite smiles.

I didn’t.

My hands were under the table, locked together so hard my knuckles hurt.

The attorney continued.continue reading …