Catrina’s POV
“Why are you meeting with an attorney?” Dean asked.
I took him up on his offer and told him a little about it, but then we had class. We finished up the school day and, since we both had the last period free, we were now standing in the school parking lot while he asked all the questions he has.
“He was the attorney for my parents and has their will. So, I am going there to see what all was left for me.”
“Why now?” He was very suspicious.
“He said my parents left him directions to only reach out close to my 18th birthday. So here we are...”
“Fine, get in and give me the address,” he said, pushing off the hood of his car and climbing in.
I climbed in and gave him the address for the lawyer's office.
After driving for about 40 mins, we arrived at the lawyers' of
