2 septembre 2026

“Start packing!” was the first thing my ex’s new bride said when she arrived at my dad’s house after his recent burial.

Her heels clicked away down the stone path until she disappeared from sight. I looked down at the white flowers and realized I had accidentally crushed several delicate petals with my muddy hand.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I knew by heart.

Part 2
“Attorney Brenda, it’s me,” I said the moment she picked up the call. “Misty just came here to threaten me.”

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