Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

” Raymond said, his gravelly baritone sounding exceptionally flat in the small room. “It states that you have no claim, present or future, to your mother’s property on Elm Street.”

Julian did not move his hands from his lap.

“And if I refuse?” Julian asked.

Raymond reached into his leather briefcase, pulled out a second document, and continue reading …