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Who wants to sign first?”

The office turned into silence so heavy that it was just

about both palpable and audible.

Dallas should have said something. She should have said

she would go first. Get it done and over with. She couldn’t.

She couldn’t get a single word out. She was locked up in the

past. Thinking about that night when she’d taken Quinn out for

‘ice cream’ and broken up with her instead.

She’d told Quinn that it was because she didn’t love her.

She’d used the classic it’s not you, it’s me line. She’d tried to

make excuses about being young and being confused and then

she’d had lady balls the size of freaking pumpkins and told her

that she knew she was hurting her, that she was so very sorry,

but that she’d get over it.

“Just so you know,” Quinn said again. “I’m just here for

Grampy. Not because I think that she deserves to be left any

money. Especially not the same amount that we each got.

Yeah. That’s right. The same amount.” Quinn turned and

studied Dallas coldly. “You broke his heart too, you know. You

hurt him, and he still left you money. You never asked for his

forgiveness, but he gave it anyway. He was a far better person

that you’ll ever be. You don’t deserve this money. You never

did.”

“I’m going to-”

“I don’t care what you’re going to do with it or what good

purpose you think you have for it.” Quinn’s face changed. She

wasn’t just cold anymore. She was hard. She’d steeled herself

against Dallas a long time ago. “You know what, now that I’m

here and I’m saying this out loud, I realize that you don’t

deserve this. You haven’t worked for it. You haven’t put any