Tangled Memories
For twenty-nine years, Corrie Grant had thought she'd never know who her father was. Now she knew, and no one would believe her.
No one, at this point, was represented by a pair of smooth, silver-haired attorneys with Southern drawls as thick as molasses. They looked about as expensive as this hotel suite, where she sank to the ankles in plush carpeting. The denim skirt and three-year-old sweater she usually wore for her monthly shopping trip had definitely not been right for this meeting. She hadn't known Cheyenne, Wyoming boasted a hotel suite like this.
She slid well-worn loafers under her chair and straightened her back. You're as good as anyone, her great-aunt's voice echoed in her mind, its independent Wyoming attitude strong. Don't you let anyone intimidate you.
"I've already told you everything I know about my parents." Her words stopped one of the lawyers — Courtland or Broadbent, she didn't know which — in mid-question. "I came here to meet Baxter Manning." Her grandfather. She tried out the phrase in her mind, not quite ready to say it aloud yet. "Where is he?"
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