She said, my kids come first. Yuri just here to pay the bills. I said, understood. Then I stopped..

She said, my kids come first. Yuri just here to pay the bills. I said, understood. Then I stopped paying for their private school, her car note, and a maid service. 48 hours later, she was screaming that I was financially abusing her by only paying my half of the rent. I 35 mail. Moved in with my girlfriend 33, about 18 months ago that she's got two kids, a daughter 11 and ASIN nine from a previous marriage.....,

 You finally reached the age. Now the real game begins what he said next, made me drop the phone. The morning my father died. My sisters were already dividing his empire. Alina was on the phone with the family lawyer about company shares while Blair stood by the window taking pictures of Dad's Manhattan penthouse like she was preparing to sell it.

I stood in the corner still holding his cold hand, wondering when they'd turned into strangers. When the will was red. They got everything. The $31 million company, the cars, the house, even his cuff links me. I got a single black phone locked behind a password with a faint blue countdown on its screen. 243 days remaining.

They laughed. Guest dad wanted you to learn responsibility. Blair smirked. A week later I was sleeping in my car, clutching that useless phone like it was the last piece of him. I had on my 18th birthday at exactly six o'clock him, it started ringing and then I heard my father's voice. I still remember the smell of antiseptic in the hospital room.

The way it mixed with the faint scent of my father's cologne. He was gone and yet the air still felt heavy with his presence. I stood there frozen while my sisters moved. Like business executives, Alina will need the board's approval before Monday. Blair said flipping through her phone like it was a meeting agenda, not our father's death.

Alina adjusted her designer blazer. I'll handle it. Dad would've wanted a smooth transition. I wanted to scream. He's not even cold yet, but my voice caught in my throat at the will reading. Three days later, the lawyer's voice trembled slightly as he spoke to my daughter's, Alina and Blair. I leave Hawthorne Logistics valued at $31 million along with all associated assets.

Then he looked at me to my youngest Hazel. I leave personal item number seven, alpha. The room fell silent. A black phone was placed on the table in front of me. Ordinary, unremarkable, except for a glowing blue timer on the screen. 243 days remaining. Blair laughed first. That's it. A phone, Alina smirked....,
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