Tears welled up in her eyes, and before I knew it, she was crying. I hadn’t seen her cry like that since the night Grandma died. It broke something in me, but at the same time, it gave me strength.
“There’s more,” I said softly, laying out the rest of the documents.
The next day, we drove into town and made an appointment with a local attorney named Mr. Leary. He was in his early 40s, clean-cut, and had that no-nonsense energy you pray for in a lawyer. After a brief consultation, he agreed to take our case on contingency.
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