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“Good.” I nodded.

“She didn’t want a funeral, but she had a will,” he expounded.

I shrugged my shoulders. “I’m not interested in the reading of her will. I don’t want anything at all. I just came, because at the end of the day, I loved her.”

“You might not want anything, but she left you everything.”

“What does that even mean? What the hell did she have that wasn’t yours as well?”

“I just told you…everything.”

I frowned, wondering what the hell everything included. At the same time, it didn’t matter.

“I don’t want it.” I shook my head.

“I’m not saying you do. I’m not even saying that’s the most important thing right now. I’m just saying that you should know what it entails.”

“Mr. Grimes,” Margie interrupted as she reentered the study.

She walked back into the room carrying a tray with two bottles of beer on it. When my dad initially mentioned beer, I was thinking the last thing I wanted to do was share a beer with this man. Now, on second thought, I would probably need a little something to take the edge off.

“First, you tell me what happened, and then we can discuss the will.” I decided.

“Fair enough,” my dad said, riding over to Margie to take one of the drinks from the platter. “Do you plan on being bullheaded and standing the entire time, or will you sit down and have a beer with your old man?” he quizzed.

Three

Divine

It had been over a week since I’d seen Liam. What made it worse was that we hadn’t spoken since the day he stormed out of my house. I was sad that I couldn’t be there for him in his time of need. He’d shown up for me in a major way after I lost my mom. I wanted to pay him back in kind.

He was making that next to impossible since he hadn’t even turned his phone back on. Either that or he’d blocked my number. I didn’t want to believe the latter was true, so for now, I was saying that his phone was off. My heart was in shambles due to part of it being miles away. Desperation had me doing the unthinkable. Picking up my phone from the counter, I called the one person that I might be able to persuade to help me.

“What’s up, beautiful?”

“Psalm, I need Liam’s parents’ address.”

“Why don’t you just ask him for it?” he asked.

“He broke his phone or something. He might have even turned it off. He lost his mom a few days ago. I just want to make sure he knows that I’m here for him.”

“Let me get back with you,” he replied.

“Stop playing. It’s not like you don’t already have it. Just text it to me.”

“You swear you know me.” He chuckled.

“And do!”

“He might want privacy, D.” Psalm cautioned me.

“That’s possible. I just want to reach out, maybe send a flower arrangement or something.”

“Cool.”

My phone buzzed. I moved it away from my face and saw that Psalm had texted me.

“Thank you, fave,” I sang.

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