Anya was not sure how Slie had gotten up that night, but by morning, she had to prepare for her mother’s funeral held in the afternoon. As time approached, she dressed in all black and went downstairs, just in time for a guest to arrive.

“Mr. Kent,” she greeted the man. He was the one who had drafted she and Daniel’s prenuptial agreement.

“Please sit,” she offered, but he refused.

“I am sorry, Mrs. Shaw; I came on behalf of my client, Daniel Shaw, to serve you ...