The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

I heard Brittany whisper the word “lawyer.” I heard Marcus’s chair scrape the floor as he stood up too fast and too late.

I did not turn around.
I stepped into the hallway.

Didn’t look back.

Didn’t slow down.

Because I already knew what was happening in that room behind me.

Shock.

Panic.

Realization.

Not about the money.

About the fact that for three years…

they continue reading …