After My Father’s

of the first floor. He had always told me it was “client confidential,” which in marriage meant “don’t ask questions I don’t want to answer.”

Now I opened the door.

Vanessa gasped behind me. “You can’t just invade his private space.”

I looked at her. “Watch me.”

The office was immaculate.

Too immaculate.

But the shredder bin was full.

I pulled it out.

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