That night, I lay awake thinking about everything. About all the years of mistreatment. About how Ethan had finally seen the truth with his own eyes. About whether we could ever have a relationship with his family again.
The next morning, my phone rang. It was Margaret.
“Ava, darling,” she said in the sweetest voice I’d ever heard from her. “I was hoping you could come by this morning. There’s something important we need to discuss.”
The sudden change in her tone felt wrong. Alarm bells went off in my head. “What’s this about?”
“Just come over, please. It’s important. Ten o’clock?”
Against my better judgment, I agreed. When I pulled up to her house an hour later, my stomach was in knots. Something was definitely off.
I walked into the living room and froze. Margaret was sitting on the couch, but she wasn’t alone. There was a man in a gray suit sitting across from her, a leather briefcase on the coffee table between them.
“Mrs. Ava,” the man said, standing up to shake my hand. “Thank you for coming. I’m Robert, attorney for your late father-in-law.”
My heart dropped into my stomach. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Please, sit down,” he said gently. “I’ve come to read Walter’s will.”
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