Genevieve stood by the wide window of the law office and stared down at the grey streets of West End.
Rain had fallen earlier that morning, and the pavement still glistened under the pale afternoon sun. Cars moved slowly below, their tyres whispering across the wet road.
Her hands were folded tightly in front of her.
Just a few hours earlier, she had scattered Ryan's ashes on Nancy's graveside as he had requested.
Now she stood inside a quiet law office late in the evening, waiting for the man who had handled Ryan's affairs for years.
The office was tidy. Shelves lined the walls. Legal books sat in neat rows. The faint smell of leather and paper filled the air.
The door behind her opened softly. "Genevieve."
Genevieve turned as the middle-aged man stepped into the room, holding a folder and a tablet.
His suit was neat, and his expression calm.
"Mr. Halvorsen," she greeted politely.
Ryan's lawyer gave a small nod and gestured towards the chair in front of his desk.
