One week. Seven days. It had passed in a blur, yet the weight of the letter from my grandmother clung to me like a shadow I couldn't shake.
No matter how much I tried to focus on work, on Elena, or on just about anything else, my mind kept circling back to it.
Today was the day I would meet with the lawyer who'd been handling my grandmother's estate, and I couldn't decide if I was more curious or apprehensive. Of course, I hadn't told Elena anything.
How could I? The thought of burdening her with this when she had so much on her plate already felt... wrong.
Still, as I got dressed that morning, carefully choosing an outfit that struck the balance between professional and effortless, I caught myself hesitating.
It wasn't just the fortune I could inherit though the numbers were enough to make anyone's head spin. It was the house.
