When Claire’s frugal father died, his will left her nothing but silence and grief.
But weeks later, a mysterious call from a bank employee led her to a hidden safe deposit box.
Inside awaited a sealed letter in his handwriting and a secret that would upend everything she thought she knew.
I sat in Dad’s old kitchen, hands wrapped around a chipped mug of instant coffee. His frayed denim jacket still hung by the door.
As if waiting for him to come and grab it before heading out to work.
The silence in the house screamed louder than any grief I’d ever felt.
Two weeks since the funeral, and I still expected to hear his heavy footsteps coming down the hallway or the way he’d clear his throat before asking if I wanted breakfast.
“What am I supposed to do with all your stuff, Dad?” I asked the empty kitchen. The fridge hummed in response.
“Not that there’s much to deal with.”
That was Dad in a nutshell.
He was a man of simple needs, with simple pleasures. He’d once worked for a very wealthy man, but even then, he’d come home and been content with a newspaper, a cup of coffee, and his favorite chair by the window.
He was the most uncomplicated man I’d ever known… or so I thought.
The lawyer’s office had fluorescent lights that ticked overhead like some kind of countdown.
I sat in a chair that was trying too hard to be comfortable, my hands folded neatly in my lap because I didn’t know what else to do with them.
“Miss, your father’s estate is quite straightforward,” Mr. Peabody said, adjusting his glasses.
“I’m not expecting much,” I replied.
“Dad never talked about savings. He barely made ends meet after Mom passed.”
When the lawyer slid the will across the desk, my fingers trembled. I scanned the document once, twice, three times.
There was nothing listed for me.
Nothing.
“Not surprised,” I murmured, but my chest burned anyway. I blinked hard and swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Was there anything else you were hoping to find?” Mr. Peabody asked, his voice softening just a touch.
I shook my head.
“No. Dad was… practical. I just thought maybe there’d be something.
A letter or… I don’t know.”
“I understand. If anything else comes up related to your father’s affairs, we’ll contact you immediately.”
I nodded and stood to leave. “Thank you for your time.”
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