Gabriel's voice kept replaying in my head as the car pulled away from the cemetery.
It's about your father.
Those four words had lodged themselves in my chest, living rent free.
What could possibly be so urgent? Dad had been gone for months now. What could have changed?
Mia sat beside me in tense silence, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She could probably sense my anxiety radiating off me in waves. I stared out the window, watching the city blur past, my mind spinning through possibilities. Had something happened to the estate? Was there a legal issue? Had someone contested the will?
By the time we pulled up to Gabriel's office building, my nerves were frayed.
"Miss Serena, should I wait here?" Mia asked.
"Yes, please. I don't know how long this will take."
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