Chapter 13

• ZACH’S POV
• It depicted a younger, carefree version of myself with a beaming Malia by my side. We were both teenagers, dressed in our high school graduation gowns, the world a canvas of possibilities stretching before us. The sight of her, a ghost from a happier time, ignited a spark of nostalgia within me, a bittersweet pang for what could have been.
• Malia's interests? The lawyer's cryptic parting words echoed in my mind. What kind of interests could possibly be relevant to this bizarre inheritance situation?