Who wants to sign first?”
The office turned into silence so heavy that it was just
about both palpable and audible.
Dallas should have said something. She should have said
she would go first. Get it done and over with. She couldn’t.
She couldn’t get a single word out. She was locked up in the
past. Thinking about that night when she’d taken Quinn out for
‘ice cream’ and broken up with her instead.
She’d told Quinn that it was because she didn’t love her.
She’d used the classic it’s not you, it’s me line. She’d tried to
make excuses about being young and being confused and then
she’d had lady balls the size of freaking pumpkins and told her
that she knew she was hurting her, that she was so very sorry,
but that she’d get over it.
“Just so you know,” Quinn said again. “I’m just here for
Grampy. Not because I think that she deserves to be left any
money. Especially not the same amount that we each got.
Yeah. That’s right. The same amount.” Quinn turned and
studied Dallas coldly. “You broke his heart too, you know. You
hurt him, and he still left you money. You never asked for his
forgiveness, but he gave it anyway. He was a far better person
that you’ll ever be. You don’t deserve this money. You never
did.”
“I’m going to-”
“I don’t care what you’re going to do with it or what good
purpose you think you have for it.” Quinn’s face changed. She
wasn’t just cold anymore. She was hard. She’d steeled herself
against Dallas a long time ago. “You know what, now that I’m
here and I’m saying this out loud, I realize that you don’t
deserve this. You haven’t worked for it. You haven’t put any