The voice on the other end was familiar, yet distant, a connection that felt fragile and tenuous. “Hello?” Jonathan’s voice came through, a mix of surprise and curiosity.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. “Jonathan, it’s me. I just came from a meeting with the estate attorney.” There was a pause, a moment of silence that stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words.
“I see,” he replied, his tone cautious. “I assume you’ve seen the will?”
“Yes,” I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “I need to understand why. Why did my mother leave everything to you?”
Jonathan sighed, a sound that crackled over the phone line. “It’s complicated,” he began, his words careful and measured.
“I’m listening,” I pressed, my patience fraying at the edges.
“Your mother and I had a partnership,” he explained, his voice steady but tinged with something I couldn’t quite place. “It was more than just business. We had plans, dreams for the future. She wanted to ensure that those dreams could continue, even if she wasn’t around.”
“And what about me?” I asked, my voice small in the vastness of the question.
There was a pause, the silence stretching out like a chasm between us. “She did this to protect you,” Jonathan finally said, his voice soft, almost apologetic. “She wanted you to have a chance to build your own life, without the weight of her world on your shoulders.”
His words hung in the air, a complex tangle of intentions and emotions. It was an explanation, yet it felt incomplete, a piece of a puzzle I wasn’t sure how to solve.
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