“Five thousand dollars is a lot more than whatever broken furniture is left in her house,” he said.

I didn’t take the pen.

I looked at his face, searching for the cruel man from the cemetery.

He just looked like a concerned father trying to help his struggling daughter.

“I need time to read this over,” I said.

“There’s no hidden catch to read, sweetie.

It’s just legal formatting.”

“I’m not signing a legal document without reading it,” I said.