Home for Christmas

The thought of the inheritance had been at the back of her mind ever since she had first read the letter, but, even so, she hadn’t mentioned it to her mother. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but if it turned out to be nothing special, it would have felt stupid to go blabbering about it. No, she wanted to wait until she knew what it was really about. Of course, she had spoken to Sara about it and speculated, it was hard not to after a couple of glasses of wine. Today was Monday and time to finally find out what the inheritance was all about. The law firm was located in an old, yellow wood building. The ground floor was made of brick; wasn’t it these kinds of houses people called Governor’s Houses?

Chapter 2
The weekend flew by with dinner at grandma and Bengt’s, a restaurant visit to celebrate Linn’s graduation, last soccer practice of the season for Linnea, and then she also had to drive Liv to a birthday party. The thought of the inheritance had been at the back of her mind ever since she had first read the letter, but, even so, she hadn’t mentioned it to her mother. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but if it turned out to be nothing special, it would have felt stupid to go blabbering about it. No, she wanted to wait until she knew what it was really about. Of course, she had spoken to Sara about it and speculated, it was hard not to after a couple of glasses of wine. Today was Monday and time to finally find out what the inheritance was all about. The law firm was located in an old, yellow wood building. The ground floor was made of brick; wasn’t it these kinds of houses people called Governor’s Houses? She wasn’t entirely sure why. She looked nervously around the cobbled street before taking a deep breath and pulling the door open with a firm grip around the carved handle. When she entered the dark hallway, she had to blink a couple of times for her eyes to adjust from the bright sunlight outside, but eventually she made out the reception desk and the woman sitting behind it. She had her hair up in a tight bun and her nails were long and light purple; she looked exactly how Emelie had imagined a receptionist at a law firm might look. Emelie took a couple of steps forward and realised that she had no clue who to ask for. She froze and began digging around in her old black leather bag in order to find the letter.

“Who are you meeting?”

Emelie looked up at the strict women with the frigid smile in front of her.

“Yes, that’s sort of the problem, just one moment”, she said nervously.

She dug around among hairbands, tampons, pens and receipts before finding the envelope from the law firm, but she didn’t have time to get it out of the bag before the woman spoke again.

“Are you Emelie

blabbering about it. No, she wanted to