about the will.
When the phone rang again from the same blocked
number, Dallas let it go to voicemail. She was so shocked
about the whole thing she couldn’t even remember the
lawyer’s name or what firm he said he was from.
Was that call even real?
Dallas stared at her phone. There was a missed call
notification and a red circle by her voice mail. It was real. The
call. The lawyer. Willford leaving her this huge amount of
money. Willford passing away. Willford was dead. That hit
Dallas the hardest. She felt her legs give and leaned hard
against the building closest to her. It was crazy how, while she
was standing there, the world went right on rushing past the
alleyway.
She remembered Willford as a sweet old man who
loved his family more than anything in the world. He never
would have admitted it, but Quinn was his favorite grandchild.
When Dallas and Quinn started dating, Willford was the first
to welcome her. He did that eagerly, with a big smile, a firm
handshake, and one of his signature cherry suckers that he kept
stashed in just about every part of the house and often in the
pocket of the grey and black checkered shirts he used to wear.
Dallas found herself rubbing at a spot on her chest
without even realizing she was doing it. There was this
horrible throbbing there, but of course, no matter how hard she
rubbed that spot just above her heart, the ache didn’t fade
away.
Willford was stubborn. He said that about himself all
the time. He loved Quinn and he wanted what was best for her.
Dallas never had been able to say goodbye to Willford when