The next morning, Gwen woke to five missed calls from her lawyer. Her chest tightened. She didn’t waste time with coffee. Instead, she called him back immediately, pressing the phone to her ear with growing dread. Something in her already knew this wouldn’t be a routine conversation.
“Hi Gwen,” he said. “I was trying to reach you yesterday. I just need your signature on the insurance paperwork to finalize everything. The rest of the transfer is done.” Gwen furrowed her brow. “What transfer?” she asked slowly. Her voice felt far away, like it belonged to someone else.