She should not have to be doing this.
It’s ridiculous, her attorney asking for a written statement about the money transferred from Richard’s account.They have computers and smart phones and tablets and WiFi in hospitals, too. He would have given her the money if he’d known he wasn’t going to recover. He’d have married her if he’d lived, and who inherited wouldn’t even be an issue now, salt in the wound of her grief and her shattered heart.
Just finish the draft, Becca tells herself, a good draft, and then you can have some wine.
This is a vignette from The Life and Times of Jane Doe, for the Six Sentence Stories blog hop hosted by uncharted. This week’s cue was “draft.”
Fun Sixes from other writers can be found here.