The Afterthought

by K.M. Baker

He frees his hands and throws them up in the air before turning back to face me again. "You don't understand, Ava. This has to be done. I can’t do this with you anymore."

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I got a call a few months ago from some lawyer telling me that she had passed. The drugs finally won. Apparently, she left me the house in her will. I didn't even realize she had a will. I had him mail me the keys, but I haven't had the courage to show my face in that town again.

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