Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 136

Drew's phone rang just as we finished breakfast, and he excused himself to answer it. A few minutes later, he returned to the kitchen with a serious expression.

"That was the attorney; we must go into his office to review some paperwork and sign a few things." He told us.

"That's okay. I will be fine here, especially with the new security measures." I wasn't thrilled about being left alone in this house, but I did not want to make it more difficult for the guys; I knew this was probably something that involved their father, and it would be stressful enough without me making it more difficult.

My declaration was met with immediate objections, but before I could say anything Drew interrupted the others. "Emmy needs to come with us; this also pertains to her mother. That silenced the guys, and all eyes were on me again.

"Um, I don't mind going. I'm unsure why the attomey needs to see me, but we will find out." I said. 'Give me ten minutes; I want to change into something nicer than loungewear."

"Take your time," I told Mr. Johnson. It would take us about an hour to get there. Drew told me.

"Great, thank you," I said, disappearing down the hallway to my bedroom.

to get to his office, one of the many highrise offices downtown. We parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to one of the higher floors. Stepping out into the reception area made me realize how high up we were, and I

you nervous, baby?" Josh asked,

hate heights; I don't want to go

they hurried me to a conference room the receptionist had directed us to. I looked up when we were inside, and I was relieved to see that the windows were

unsure why I was there. Once he returned to the head of the table, he pulled out a thick file. "I had you all come in at once because even though Miss Conners is not related to you by blood,

me. "Patrick's part of our family; even if he weren't here, I would tell him everything anyway, and

since your mother's remains were recovered and identified, I can release your inheritance in

not close; she would have never left me anything. She didn't even want me living with her when my father went to jail." "This is a trust

anything about grandparents. I know nothing about my

particular trust was set up when you were born. On your eighteenth birthday, you will have access to one-quarter of it; when you turn twenty-five, another quarter will be released, and when you're thirty, the rest will

reached down and pinched my hand under the table to ensure I was awake. It hurt, so I was awake. Josh noticed what I was doing and wrapped his hand over mine, and cocked his eyebrow at me. Damn it, I was in trouble. I realized Mr.

sorry, Mr. Johnson. I'm in a bit of shock. Could you repeat what you just said?"