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Everything She Left Behind

Your parents are buried, the will has been read aloud in a room full of people who want something from you, and the only name that matters — Callum Ashford — is standing at the far end of the study like he has been waiting for you to come home for years. You left this country at nineteen with a backpack and a broken heart you never named, and you came back at twenty-seven with a sharper jaw, steadier hands, and the kind of quiet that makes people nervous. But the solicitor just read a clause that stopped the entire room cold: the estate transfers fully only upon the co-signature of both you and Callum — or upon a legal union between you. Someone wrote that clause. Someone wanted it there. And Callum has not looked surprised once.