Come To Me | Jerrie

Chapter 23

Avi nods and begins. "I'll get down to it. Your father's estate is rather simple. You're his next of kin. There are no other living relatives, so everything he possessed when he passed is now yours. There is a house in New Jersey as well as some cash and stocks. You were also named as his beneficiary on his life insurance. However, I asked you here so I could give you a letter from your father. His wishes were simple. You are to read this when you're ready. He mailed it to me in a separate envelope with a letter asking for me to personally ensure you received it." He stands, extending the letter to me.

A letter. From him. I stand and move forward. My hand is unstable when Mr. Goldstein places the letter in it. As I clasp my fingers around the envelope, a single tear escapes. This could contain all the answers to my doubt, or it could break my heart even more. Placing the letter on my lap, I cover it with my hand, holding on to the last piece of my father. Dread, pain, sadness, wonder, and so many more feelings seep through my veins at all the possible things this letter could say. Did he write it to tell me why he left? Why he never looked back? Will it tell me that I just wasn't that important to him? All my insecurities come forward full force as the fear of what it could hold nearly cripples me.

"Ms. Edwards, I didn't know your father very well, but I met him a few times. He was a wonderful man. I truly hope he's at peace." Avi smiles kindly. "I'll try to keep this brief. You are due to inherit quite a bit. All your assets total around $300,000 plus whatever the property is worth. His life insurance will need to be dealt with separately, but his policy was around half a million. It's obvious he wanted you well cared for. Were you close?"

I glance at Jade, completely overwhelmed. She extends her hand and I eagerly accept the warmth and solace she's offering. Lacing my fingers with her, I try to fight back the tears as my heart shatters a little more. "No, Avi, we weren't close. I haven't spoken to my father in about twenty years. This is very overwhelming for me. I don't really understand why he left me anything."

"Well, I can't answer for him, but maybe his letter will give you the answers you're looking for. I just need you to sign the paperwork. I have the key here for the house and if there is anything else, I can call you."

I place the letter and key in my purse and take a moment to collect myself. Walking over to the desk, my hands shake. This is it. The end. The finale to my father's life. I'll have no chance of finding out more. There are no living relatives, no family to ask. Whatever's in the letter is all I'll have.

The pen is shaking so hard I have to stop twice to try to get my hand under control. Tears stain the paper, and my heart plummets as I finally finish my signature. I let out a strangled sob and press my hand to my mouth to stop the pain trying to make its way out. Somehow I manage to smother it. Squaring my shoulders, I wipe away the tears staining my face.

Avi shakes my hand and places his other on top. "Perrie, even though you didn't know your father, I know he loved you. My clients come to me because they want their loved ones to find peace and move on. Even when they're gone they are always a part of us. We never have to truly let them go. They live in our hearts and memories forever."

Closing my eyes, I absorb his words. "Thank you, Avi. I ..." I shake my head, unable to speak, but the understanding in his eyes tells me he doesn't need a response. He releases my hand with a sad smile and I gather my belongings.

Jade stays quiet off to the side. As I approach, I notice her furrowed brow and the way she keeps gripping her neck as if she's uncomfortable.

"You ready?" she asks.

"Yeah, let's go."

Once we're out of the building, I take a deep breath and let the tears roll down my face again. It's over. I have nothing left. I'm empty. All I want to do is rewind the last ten years and change it all. I want to know who my father was, why he made the choices he did, go back in time and rewrite my story—but I can't. I miss a man I didn't even know. How is that possible?