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“Yes.”
“That was fast.” Her aunt frowns as Mo scoots up to Josie’s side.
“Are you going to be joining them, Josie?” Mo asks her, and Josie shakes her head as she takes a step back so Mo can place our coffees on the table.
“I’m just grabbing a coffee to go.”
“Cool, I’ll get that for you after I get their order.” Mo gives her a smile, then asks us what we’d like. When she walks off, Josie takes up her place by the table.
“How long are you here for?”
“Just a few more days,” Elora tells her, wrapping her hands around her coffee mug. “I tried to call you to let you know that I was coming into town.”
“Did you? I never received a voicemail.”
“I didn’t leave one, but I called multiple times over the past few months.”
“You should have left a message.” She shifts awkwardly.
“Or you could have called her,” I point out, giving zero fucks, even as Elora’s foot taps against mine under the table. A silent demand for me to be quiet, which I ignore.
“I’ve been grieving and have had a lot on my mind with losing my sister and my parents’ property.”
I glance at Elora, who looks like she just got sucker-punched.
“Your niece lost her mother.”
“I know, and because of that, I lost my family legacy. My parents owned that land, my parents’ parents, and so on.” She looks at Elora. “I know you made a pretty fair profit from the sale of the land, and if you think about it, some of the money should be mine and my brother’s.”
You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.
“Why didn’t you buy the land from Elora’s mother when she asked you if you wanted it before she died?” I ask, and she looks at me with narrowed eyes.
“I couldn’t afford to pay what she was asking, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t want it.”
“Okay, then why didn’t you even offer to help Elora pay off the back taxes so it could be kept in the family, which is what you are claiming is important to you?”
“I have my own bills.”
“Yeah, Elora had her own too. Then shit hit the fan, and she was left holding the bag and trying to figure out how to make it out of a fucked-up situation without sinking.”
“She had her mom’s life insurance.”
I look at Elora. She never told me about any life insurance.
“There was no life insurance. No company would cover Mom,” Elora corrects, looking at her aunt, and I can tell she’s trying to hold back tears.
“You need to leave,” I bite out.
“Pardon me?” Josie hisses.
“Not once since Elora left did you think to check on her, to make sure she was alive and well. To ask if she needed anything or just to see how she was dealing with the loss of her mom.”
“My sister died.”
“Yeah, and as Millie’s sister, you should have known that she and her daughter were close and just how hard it would be for Elora to lose her mother. So, I’m sorry for the loss of your sibling, but I don’t feel sorry for you, and you need to get the fuck away from our table.”
“Are you going to let him speak to me like that?” She looks at Elora.
