Elias cleared his throat, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a sidewalk. "You’re here for the reading of the will, I assume. Your mother’s final wishes."
As Julian walked out to his car later that night, Claire stood on the porch, her silhouette framed by the dim light of the hallway. "See you tomorrow?" she asked, her voice small. matureincest
"Money is the only thing that speaks clearly in this family," Elias muttered. Elias cleared his throat, a sound like dry