Breaking Her at Thanksgiving
But Raphael barely noticed, he was already going through the file.
There were letters, statements, records, nothing.
Nothing.
Then, he pulled at something else. Something different from the others.
Different paper, different formatting.
Something in his chest kicked.
“No, stop." Mr Laurent tried to move, but the men held him down.
Raphael pulled it free, his eyes scanning the words immediately.
Then he grinned.
“Finally." He breathed, shoving the rest of the file onto the ground as he held the will like a trophy.
"Put that back." Mr Laurent said weakly.