The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

was happening in that room behind me.

Shock.

Panic.

Realization.

Not about the money.

About the fact that for three years…

they had no idea who I actually was.

My phone buzzed.

A message from Renata.

“Fort Lauderdale inspection done. All units passed. You good?”

I stared at the screen for a second.

Then another message came in.

Unknown number.

No name.

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