The notary, a woman named Ms. Cooper, stepped inside, clutching a folder that seemed to hold the weight of the world. The room, which moments ago had been filled with laughter at my expense, now brimmed with tension and uneasy glances. Jessica’s eyes darted back and forth between me and the notary, her earlier bravado slipping away.
“Maria,” David began, trying to regain composure, “what’s going on?”
I took a deep breath, feeling the gravy congeal in my hair, a reminder of the theatrical cruelty I’d just endured. “I’ve decided to make some changes,” I said, my eyes locking with Jessica’s. “To my will.”
