I asked Jonas to arrange a meeting. With someone I never expected to see again.
My late husband Mark Gray's younger brother. Ryan Gray.
We met at an unremarkable little cafe. When Ryan arrived, he looked nervous and uncomfortable.
His faded jacket had clearly seen better days, and his messy hair made him look older than me.
"Wendy... you wanted to see me?"
Ryan rubbed his hands together and avoided eye contact.
After my husband died, Mark had tried to seize our house and death benefits under the excuse that "the eldest brother is like a father."
I threw him out. We hadn't spoken in twenty years. I ordered a cafe for him and got straight to the point.
"You've seen what's happening online, right?"
Ryan nodded awkwardly. "Harvey is a real piece of work," he muttered.
"I didn't invit
