Luck was on my side. A man pulled up in a modest car, exuding an air of urgency. Modesty in a vehicle often signals someone cautious with their money—someone who might also be easier to negotiate with.
After preparing my pitch, I approached him. "Excuse me, sir, could I have a word with you?"
When he looked up, I realized I recognized him—it was Karter Miles, a lawyer I’d met at the courthouse.
"Mr. Miles, what a coincidence..." I said awkwardly, memories of our first encounter flashing back. That day, I had been at my lowest, clutching my stomach in pain, waiting fruitlessly for Patrick.
"Indeed, quite the coincidence. What brings you here?" he asked, his tone was neutral but curious.
Not wanting to divulge too much, I brushed it off with a vague excuse. Karter didn’t seem convinced. After finishing his errand, he approached me again.
"I know a bit about your situation," he said. "If you trust me, I might be able to help."
His offer gave me pause. After some thought, I decided to confide in him, sharing my plan to sell the house.
To my surprise, Karter agreed to help.