CHAPTER TEN

She spent almost ten minutes wondering what she was going to do with all that money when her heart was all empty.

The next day Claire dropped by the attorney's office for documentation. She had to protect herself from that vile woman and the first stage was notarizing everything as her father suggested through the letter. She just couldn't gather why he didn't suggest their family attorney.

Maybe her father couldn't trust him at the last minute.

"Claire Levy?" A lovely woman in her mid-fifties regarded her as she walked in.

"Um, yes. I called yesterday and—" Claire paused, seeing a picture of her father, the attorney, and another man. She looked stoutly at her. "You . . . knew my father?" she asked, surprised at the time frame portrayed by the vintage color of the photo.

They were in graduation gowns.

The woman smiled. "Yes, Claire. Your father, my husband, and I were high school alumni. Oh, we were inseparable! They called us a notorious trio! Well, we came from the same village so .