My mind runs through the list of people who would’ve swapped it. My father, for money. My husband, for money. My stepsister, for money. My stepmother, for money. Everyone I can think of would’ve swapped it for the same reason.
“We have contacted your mother’s attorney for the official copy he holds, and it will be delivered soon,” Lawyer Reid tells me.
“Is there anything I can do?”
“Not at the moment, ma’am, but I will contact you if there’s any change,” he says.
“Thank you for letting me know. Have a good rest of your day.”
“You as well, Mrs. Aldridge.”
Ryan glances at me through the rearview mirror and shifts the car into drive.
“Everything okay?” He asks.
“I’m not sure. There’s just a lot going on, but I need to change our destination. Can you take me to 125 Carnhall Driv
