After Evie’s Funeral, Her Lawyer Handed Me a Shoebox With My Name On It.

I replied:

“All good. Once she’s gone, I’m set.”

I felt guilty for a moment.

Then I locked my phone and moved on.

A few days later, Evie collapsed in the kitchen.

By the time we reached the hospital, she was gone.

Heart failure.

Just like that.

The woman who had saved me was gone.

At the funeral, her niece Claire looked at me with open disgust.

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