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At the top of my head, she whispered, “You are a treasure, Talia Griggs. Don’t you ever change.”
I looked up at her and nodded.
Then the next morning, there was a hundred-dollar bill slipped underneath my bedroom door.
***
I knew why Mrs. Davis had asked Dom to come home.
I had been there when she had gotten the call.
And my little heart had broken for her.
And four months later, as I stood there while her dark blue casket was lowered into the ground, tears slid down my cheeks.
She was taken too soon from this world.
Despite everyone’s pleas for her to fight the cancer that had infected her organs, she didn’t.
She had simply shaken her head and said that she missed her Ryan.
He was the love of her life.
Even though I was still upset about Dom, I looked to where he was sitting with my brothers and my mom, and dad.
Harlee, my best friend in the whole wide world, reached over, and squeezed my hand.
Her parents were there too.
Henrietta reached over and placed her hand on my shoulder.
She was probably the only one in the whole world who knew what Mrs. Zada Davis had meant to me.
Finally, the service was over.
And the next day, Mr. Roger’s the attorney in town, had shown up at our door.
I was sitting at the coffee table doing my homework when Dad let him in.
He had smiled at my mom and dad, then looked at me, and I caught it, a soft smile on his face.
“Mrs. Davis thought the world of you, Talia.” He said.
I smiled.
Then he looked at Mom and Dad, “Tomorrow morning, I need Talia at my office.”
My mom was the first to ask, “Why?”
He chuckled, “She left something for Talia.”
They both looked at me, and then back at Mr. Rogers and nodded.
It was the very next day, as I walked into Mr. Rogers’ office, Dominik looked up.
He frowned, then stood when Mr. Rogers said it was time.
We were all led to a little room off to the side, and we took chairs.
