“I have a job. Like I said, I run my company back in Dallas. And I have a condo, and—and my mom lives there, and I—my friends, everything—I can’t just—” “Leave?” Cash raises a brow. “You could try it, right now.” I narrow my eyes at him. “Why don’t you take your own advice? My dad clearly didn’t leave you anything—” “That’s not exactly true,” Goody interjects. “—so why don’t you get the hell out of here already?” Cash turns to the attorney. “I’m listening.” “Can’t you just release the funds, Goody?” I ask, desperate. “Even just a portion of them? At least until I can get Mom’s lawyers to
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