Chapter 1

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Alexander and Ana Dawson, two lovers in their forties, lived a very humble life in their little house in Fresno, California. They had a young daughter studying psychology at Fresno University. They were immensely proud of. She was the best thing that had ever happened to them.

But Lord knows, good things don't come easily.

Alexander was reminiscing the past of how he and his wife had met. He'd just graduated from college with a degree that landed him a job as an accountant in a small firm, thirty minutes away from where he was renting at that time. His parents lived far away and couldn't afford to move in with him; neither could he have managed to support them if they had indeed come in the city. The best he could do was to send them money as regularly as possible. They were content with that. Their only complaint had been that he didn't visit them enough.

Alexander and Ana had met when they worked in the same firm. Alexander was an accountant, and Ana was a receptionist. It was love at first sight for Alexander. As for Ana, she was completely unsure about her feelings toward him, but Alexander was incredibly persistent about pursuing her.

Only then did her ice-cold heart melt when he went on his knees, begging her to be with him.

Eventually she fell in love with him, and that love only kept growing as time went by.

They'd dated for around four years before he put a ring on her finger. All those years of courtship had been worth everything as their relationship became stronger than ever.

"Honey, something came in the mail for you," Ana called for her husband.

"Good morning, Papa." His daughter Ornelia gave him a kiss on the cheek as she made her way out of the door.

His daughter was about to graduate soon.

"All the best, little girl. I know you are going to ace this one too." Alexander waved to her. His wife came up to him to hand him the letter.

"She didn't eat breakfast today. Your daughter is going to be the death of me," Ana complained.

"She'll eat something with Jake and Emily. Stop worrying too much about her," Alexander said. He ripped the envelope open and took the paper out of it.

"What is it about?"

"Harrold King, he . . . uh . . . he passed away. I have been invited to the will reading."

Ana gasped at this news. Harrold King's passing away meant the beginning of their doom.

"What if you don't go? What if we just pretend that we didn't get the letter in the mail? Oh, Alex! I don't like the sound of this will reading. Please, let's not go," she begged. Her heart knew it was bad news. As sad as the news of Harrold's death was, this will reading was going to be worse. Instinctively, she she knew; she sensed it.

"It's a legal notice, Ana. And when you picked up the mail, you must have signed the receiving copy. Not going to the reading would only delay what is about to come, not eliminate it," he reasoned with his wife.

"When is it?" she asked, sounding disheartened.

"From now, but everything will be fine, Ana. I promise we will do whatever it takes to sort this out." He held her hand and gave it a little squeeze.

They had no other choice. This was inevitable. He had seen this day coming for a very long time. All he could do was wait for the reading and see what it actually stated.

Prayers were all he had.


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