“Is this Anna?” The voice was calm, precise, too formal to be casual.
“Yes…” I replied carefully.
“My name is Mr. Whitman. I’m an attorney. I represent your stepmother, Helen.”
The fork froze midair. My throat tightened. I hadn’t heard her name spoken in years, and suddenly it felt like a ghost had whispered it.
“Helen?” My voice cracked.
“Yes,” he said gently. “I’m very sorry to inform you… Helen has passed away. And I need you to attend the reading of her will.”
