When I got to the lawyer’s office that afternoon I had to wait for a little while before I was called into his office and I sat on the other side of his desk.
“It’s nice to finally meet you. Your father used to rave about you. I’m very sorry for your loss.” Michael said.
“Thank you. Can I ask what this is about?” I asked.
“Well, I told you that I had your father’s will.” He said, rifling through some of the papers on his desk.
“Yeah. I can’t imagine there’s too much in it. All he had was his house and his car.” I said. But Michael looked at me out of the corner of his eye.
“Well, this is definitely going to be a shock for you then.” He said.
“What are you talking about? He doesn’t own those things?” I asked, jumping straight to the conclusion that I was about to be homeless.
