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The lawyer adjusted his glasses, opened a thick folder, and began reading in a voice so flat it sounded rehearsed.
“The property located on Willow Street is to be donated to Saint Matthew’s Outreach Charity.”
I frowned immediately.
“What?”
He continued without looking up.
“Mrs. Eleanor Rhode’s personal savings accounts are to be divided between Saint Matthew’s Church, veterans’ assistance programs, and several charitable organizations.”
Diane smiled faintly.
The lawyer turned another page.
“To her niece, Diane Rhode-Walker, sheleaves her jewelry collection, personal photographs, and antique furniture.”
I sat perfectly still.
Waiting.
My name would come next.
It had
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