The next morning, I take an Uber from Glacier Point Resort in Lake Starlight to the lawyer’s office since I didn’t want to stay in Sunrise Bay.
I climb out of the car under the dark awning that says Trent Lawson, Attorney at Law. The bell rings when I step into the small office. There’s one desk with a middle-aged receptionist sitting behind it.
She peeks up and her eyes widen. I saw her at the funeral yesterday. She was among the group of people talking about whatever that competition thing was. “Hello,” she says and looks down. “You must be Presley Knight?”
I nod.
She smiles. “Let me just poke my head in to see if Mr. Lawson is ready for you.”
“Thank you.” I give her a nervous smile.
She stands and heads down a short hallway, so I take a seat in the waiting room. I’d really hoped t
