“My sister called me ‘a failed soldier.’” She thought the story was over. Then the doors opened… and a four-star general walked in. When he looked at me…
The library at Sterling Manor always smelled like money, trying too hard to impress people.
Old oak walls, leather chairs nobody actually sat in. Shelves full of books my grandfather probably read and everyone else used as decoration. And mixed into all that was the expensive lily perfume Bee wore.
Whenever she wanted the room to know, she thought she was better than everybody in it. So basically every day ending with a Y. At exactly 10:14 that morning, Elias Thorne adjusted his glasses and looked down at the estate documents in front of him.
I noticed his hands shaking. Not a lot, just enough. Enough for me to notice.
I spent years in the army watching people right before things went bad. You learned to pay attention to small details. Sweaty palms, tight shoulders, eyes moving too fast.
Lawyer Elias Thorne looked like a guy who wished he had suddenly developed food poisoning before coming to work. Bee looked fantastic. Of course, she did.
Beatrice Sterling never walked into a room unless she believed she owned it already. She leaned back in the velvet chair across from me. Legs crossed neatly blonde hair, perfect, wearing a cream colored dress that probably cost more than my truck.
Her smile sat on her face like she’d practiced it in a mirror. I sat across from her, wearing my old Army field jacket and combat boots. The jacket had faded around the shoulders.
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