After My Father’s

YOU SIGN ANYTHING. YOUR FATHER LEFT INSTRUCTIONS.

I did not look away from Miles.

“Get out of my chair,” I said again.

He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes.

“You have forty-eight hours.”

“No,” I said. “I have a lawyer.”

His face changed before he could stop it.

Just a flicker.

Just enough.

I walked around the desk and picked up the peppermint bowl. Dad’s continue reading …