I was staring at my last twenty dollars, trying to make it last until payday, when an unknown number lit up my phone
I almost ignored it. A crisp, formal voice introduced himself as Adrian, an attorney from a firm I’d never heard of. I braced for bad news—collections, maybe—until he said, “This is about the estate of Diane Miller.” My aunt. My mother’s sister. We hadn’t seen her in nearly two decades. She’d died about a month…