I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

his pocket and taken something.

Maybe in his mind I had.

The Other Envelope

I thought that was the end.

It wasn’t.

Mr. Bell reached back into the folder and removed another envelope.

Smaller.

My name was written across the front in Walter’s shaky block letters.

For Jane.

The attorney slid it toward me.

“This one is personal.”

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