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LORENA

My heart skipped a few beats that my father would do this just when I think I'm free of them he manages to get ahead of me.

“He had evidence that I’m dead? That doesn’t make any sense.” Although, I’d never put it past my family to proclaim me dead to get their paws on my inheritance.

My grandparents had enough sense to secure it all into a trust till my twenty-fifth birthday. Which was coming up rapidly.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled. “It pissed me off that he’d rob you of what’s yours. So I sent evidence through a secured mail that you are alive, along with the picture.”

It wasn’t a smart thing to do. She knew it, and so did I. But I understood why she did it. I would have probably done the same if our roles were reversed.

After all, that inheritance belonged to my son too.

“Damn, I hope it’s one of the good pictures,” I replied instead of scolding her. She was beating herself up enough as it was.