I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

the attorney. Greg muttered, “What?” under his breath. Somebody’s chair made a hard scraping sound against the floor.

I stopped breathing for a second.

The attorney kept reading.

“A blind man still has ears. And a memory. My real granddaughter, Allison, had a sharp little laugh through her nose when she was a girl and the habit of tapping her thumbnail continue reading …