Page 4 of Forget That Guy
I figured she deserved it.
Especially after her lawyers had fucked me over so badly.
Karma was a bitch.
ONE
When I said I’m open to feedback, I meant you can give me a compliment.
—Denver’s secret thoughts
DENVER
Present day
“What am I doing here?” I asked the lawyer.
The lawyer, one of my least favorite people in the entire town, leveled his gaze on me.
“You’re here because you were mentioned in the will of Cantrell Cain.”
I blinked. “What?”
Cantrell Cain was my former neighbor.
He’d been struggling for years, cancer riddling his bones and organs, until he’d died last month by a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
Luckily, I’d been the one to hear the shot and check out what I knew I’d find.
I say luckily because by me finding Cantrell, that meant that Georgina hadn’t walked in and found that.
That wasn’t something any kid should ever have to walk in and find.
Sighing, I took the seat closest to the door—because you never knew when you might need an exit—and crossed my hands over my belly and waited.
He pulled out a stack of papers, not unlike the stack he’d once given me before listing my soon-to-be ex-wife’s demands, and placed them in front of me.
I leaned forward and pulled them to me.
On top was a handwritten letter.
Under that was some legal mumbo-jumbo that made my eyes cross.
I started reading the note and felt my stomach drop.
Sinclair,
If you’re reading this, I finally did it.
I’m sorry I had to go out the way I did. I was tired, body and soul, and couldn’t do it anymore. Hopefully you aren’t too mad at me for timing it to where my little girl would be at school. I didn’t want her to find me like that.
I’m writing this letter to explain my reasoning, and I hope that one day you can make my Georgie understand why it had to be this way.
I’m ass-backward on property taxes. I convinced the tax assessor to let me have an extension. I explained that I would have a large lump sum coming my way for life insurance, and that you’d make sure that it got paid.
However, I’m really hoping that since I’m leaving the money to my girl, you’ll be able to pay the back property taxes on your own to keep the place. I don’t want her to use the hundred and fifty grand in my life insurance on the taxes. I want her to pay off some of her student loans with it.
I hate that I’m leaving you with such a debt to be paid, but if anyone can afford it, it’s you. Plus, this’ll give you access to all that water you’ve been dreaming about.
