I sat still, waiting for my name. Mrs. Rhode had promised I’d get everything if I looked after her for the last years of her life!
The lawyer turned one page, then closed the folder. “That concludes the reading.”
I stared at him. “That’s it? But she promised me…”
A thought hit me so hard it made my stomach drop. Did Mrs. Rhode lie to me?
I stood and hurried out of there before either of them could see me cry.
Did Mrs. Rhode lie to me?
By the time I got back to my rental, my chest hurt.
I went inside, shut the door, and fell across the bed without taking off my boots.
At first, all I felt was anger, then humiliation, then that ugly, familiar feeling of being the idiot in a story everyone else understood before I did.
But under all of that was something worse.
