I Opened My Dad’s Desk and Found an Old Document… What It Said Explained the Will

Meeting For Support

Greg didn’t hesitate once he understood the weight of what I was carrying. He suggested we meet immediately, insisting I shouldn’t be left alone with thoughts like these. We agreed on Bean Street, our familiar spot, and he promised he’d be there within minutes. As I grabbed my keys, his voice softened, reminding me that he was there as a friend, not to stir drama. Even before we hung up, his steady reassurance made me feel less isolated, like I finally had someone firmly on my side.

Meeting For Support