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Mo her hands on her apron before she crossed and kissed my cheek

“Can you helpa hand on her hip as she gestured to the rest of my brothers with the other “As you can see, this motley crew is useless And your father had to stay late at work, so news” She rolled her eyes a little, because we all knew that exciting news toa washed dollar in his jean pocket

I’d never forget that smile she hen she turned back to es of her eyes and spread from cheek to cheek Because less than thirty seconds later, the ho

And I never saw ain

I blinked, theas my laptop screen came back into focus A dated software system filled the screen, Latin words on an old word processor file, a journal my father had kept for years before he passed

A journal my brother had found on a hard drive not meant to be discovered

A journal I was now trying to decode, as if it would somehow reveal all the answers to every question my family and I had asked since that fateful day in June

I’d gone through months of entries before I’d discovered that my father had found a Last Will and Testament of the founder of the distillery That had shocked me, since this entire toas rocked with surprise when Robert J Scooter died and a Will hadn’t existed

It turned out one had, at least, according to Dad’s journal

But he hadn’t mentioned it since that first entry

I sighed, cursing under my breath when I checked oing to find anything ht — especially with so much on my mind I safely ejected the hard drive and tucked it into ain before I put it to sleep I had to do it quickly, before ers hit the keys that would open my lesson plans for the week or, even more risky, my practice plans