Why Her Lawyer Went Pale In A Motel Parking Lot

the note twice, three times. Despite all his flaws, he had tried to protect me the only way he knew how.

I tucked the folder into my coat and left through the back door.

The Confrontation

Wednesday afternoon arrived gray and listless. I had just returned from my meeting with Angela Flores, my old college roommate turned real estate attorney.

I was halfway continue reading …