“I can’t believe this! Everything is happening just as your father predicted. Come to my office tomorrow—I have something for you.”
“I’ll book you a motel for the night,” he said. “Or a bed and breakfast. Just give me ten minutes, and I’ll send you a car and the address.”
I waited for his text.
When the car arrived, I got into it and the driver took me to a sweet little bed and breakfast.
“Here you go, ma’am,” he said, taking my suitcases out.
I was just unpacking my pajamas when the owner showed up at the door.
“Dawn?” she asked. “Matthew asked me to bring you some dinner. I have mac and cheese and a salad.”
I couldn’t believe how lucky I had gotten with the lawyer. I didn’t know him well, but at least he was taking care of me.
I barely slept that night.
The next morning, I dragged myself to Matthew’s office, exhausted and numb. He greeted me with a warm smile.
“Sit down, kid,” he said. “You’re going to want to be sitting for this.”
“What’s going on?”
He slid a folder across the desk.
