PART 3
Linda folded her arms. “So… calling your friends to gossip?”
I pulled my chair out and calmly sat down. “No.” I picked up my spoon. “I invited someone who has legal authority.”
Her smile faded. For nearly forty years, Gabriella Romano had been more than my attorney.
She had been my college roommate.
She had watched Anthony and me buy this little brick house in Chicago when interest rates were painfully high and every dollar mattered.
She knew every document connected to this property.
Every signature.
Every will.
Every trust.
Every decision Anthony and I had ever made.
Linda laughed nervously.
“You’re being dramatic.”
I continued eating.
The beef stew had cooled, but it was still good.
Across from me, Dylan quietly whispered, “Grandma?”
I smiled at my twelve-year-old grandson.“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Did I do something wrong?”
My heart broke.
“No, baby. You did absolutely nothing wrong.”
He nodded and lowered his eyes.
Children always know when adults are lying.
But they also know when someone is protecting them.
Twenty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang.
Linda rolled her eyes.
“I’ll get it.”
She walked confidently to the front door and opened it.
Standing on the porch was Gabriella.
Elegant gray suit.
Leather briefcase.
Silver hair perfectly styled.
She smiled politely.
“Good evening. I’m looking for Margaret Bennett.”
Linda blocked the doorway.
“She’s having dinner.”
Gabriella raised one eyebrow.
“This concerns the ownership of the residence.”
Linda hesitated.
I stood.
“Come in, Gabriella.”
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