Shelby
My mind isn't where it should be - on Mrs. Haley's will. Instead, I'm thinking about the man who left my office as she came in. Sullivan's been occupying more of my attention than he should, but what a welcome distraction that man is.
As I look over the papers she's brought, I softly sigh. This is the type of s**t I hate doing, but it pays the bills. Thinking of a person no longer living has always been a trigger for me. I don't like considering end-of-life measures or procedures, but it's part of the job. A well-paying one, at that.
Especially when I don't have people knocking down my door to be represented.
Don't think about it, Shelby. You've never been in it for the money.
But, my mind argues, it's something we need to have in order to live and eat.
“I don't want my grands
