I walked into the notary’s office knowing my ex, his mistress, and his mom would be waiting… but the moment the will was read, the lawyer looked at me and said: “Mrs. Rowan… I’m glad you came.”
I walked into the notary office with my back straight and my breath measured, because I already knew the past was waiting for me inside. I did not need to see them to feel them. The air carried the scent of citrus cleaner and money spent without hunger, the kind of smell that belonged…
