A silver-haired man in a dark suit stepped into the room. Henry froze mid-way. The bank manager shot to his feet. They all knew that face. Judge Warren. The most respected retired judge in the city. Before leaving home, I had made one final call. Uncle Warren had answered immediately. I told him everything and he promised to be at the bank. Although he wasn’t my uncle by blood, he has been there for me since my grandmother passed. “Kira, darling, Forgive my lateness. Traffic was inexcusable.” He said to me. And then, in front of everyone, he took my hand, bowed his head, and pressed his lips to my knuckles. “Your grandmother would be proud of you,” he murmured, low enough that only I could hear. “Thank you, Uncle Warren,” I said. “I’m glad you came.” When I looked up, Henry’s face had turned grey. “Kira, how do you know him?” I did not answer. “Let’s proceed,” Warren said briskly, turning to the others as though they were an inconvenience. His assistant plac
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