The summons arrived on a Tuesday morning.
I was sitting in my car in the parking lot of a discount grocery store, drinking coffee that had gone cold hours ago, when I saw the envelope tucked beneath my windshield wiper.
At first, I thought it was another piece of junk mail.
Then I saw the embossed name.
Harrington & Cole Attorneys at Law.
My stomach tightened.
I stared at the envelope for several seconds before opening it.
Inside was a formal summons requiring me to appear at the reading of Arthur Harrington’s last will and testament.
I read the first paragraph twice.
Then a third time.
The date was three days away.
The location was the law firm Curtis had always mentioned with pride—the firm that had represented Arthur for decades.
I almost laughed.
Almost.
Why would I be invited?
Arthur was dead.
Curtis had already told me I had no place in his life.
He had called me a nurse.
A burden.
A woman who had outlived her usefulness.
He had thrown me out with ten thousand dollars and nothing else.
So why would his father’s attorneys want me at the reading of the will?
I called the number printed on the summons.
A woman answered.
“Good morning, Harrington & Cole.”
“This is Vanessa Harrington.”
There was a pause.
Not a normal pause.
A careful one.
“Mrs. Harrington,” she said, “we’ve been expecting your call.”
My heart began pounding.
“Why am I required to attend?”
Another pause.
“I’m afraid Mr. Harrington instructed us to explain everything in person.”
“Does this have something to do with Curtis?”
“Yes.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
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