Page 162 of When We Fall: Part Two
I blinked rapidly at him.
“I’m sorry. What?”
He smiled at me. “Fox said you wouldn’t believe it. It’s just over two million three. The money was acquired through a trust fund that was established for him and then released when he turned eighteen, along with funds from his mother’s life insurance policy after her passing. In addition, money from his work was also deposited into his account.”
“H-He left it all to me? What about his dad? What about Kurt?”
“Everything was left to you, Rosalie. He left his father a letter. That’s all. He’s yet to collect it, but has contacted me to say he’s working and will be in soon to get it.”
I swallowed and nodded.
“In addition to that, he’s also left everything he ever owned to you. His will explicitly states that your favorite t-shirt, his trophies, his clothes, his Xbox, his books, and anything he ever wrote is now yours. He asks that you publish his works under the name Evans Zabblecraft. He has also left you his Jeep. He says you’ll have the keys to it. Correct?”
I nodded wordlessly.
“I’m going to read it all out to you so you have it in lawyer terms, OK?”
I nodded again. He read the entire document before looking at me.
“Do you understand and accept these terms?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He pushed a piece of paper at me and handed me a pen.
“Sign on the line.”
I did so and placed the pen on the table.
“Now that we have that sorted, he wanted you to reach out to Anson Beyers for the remainder of his things. He said this man is in possession of them and has them for you. Do you know who this is?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect.” He stared at me for a moment. “Rosalie, I deal with a lot of these things, but I want you to know, Fox loved you dearly. He wanted me to remind you to keep your promise to him. I don’t know what that is, but he said it was important that I tell you.”
I sniffled and wiped at my eyes.
Go to Anson if anything ever happens to me.
“Thank you.” I stood, and he followed. He walked with me to the door and stopped me.
“I’ll have everything transferred to your account.” He pushed a folder into my hands. “Here is everything you need. Copies of it all. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to reach out to me.”
“Thank you,” I repeated.
He nodded and backed away.
I left his office, my heart so heavy I felt like it was dragging on the ground behind me.
When I got into my car, I finally let the waterworks pour out of me. I wasn’t sure how long I sat crying in the parking garage, but the sun set and eventually the day faded to night.
The last place I wanted to go was home, so I left the parking garage and drove aimlessly through the city, the tears still flowing.
A bright neon light caught my eye. I slowed my car and pulled into the parking lot, and found it was a bar called Soltice. It said it had karaoke on Friday nights.
I parked my car, deciding I needed this.
I went to the door to find a bouncer. He eyed me for a moment before nodding and stepping aside for me.
