One morning in the final week of November, while Yugh was alone at home, the doorbell rang. With no one else there, he answered it himself. đź””
"Attorney Sanjaya, please come in," Yugh said, welcoming the man who was not a stranger to their family.
Sanjaya was Zahra's personal lawyer. She had sought his counsel for all her legal needs. He had last visited on the anniversary of Zahra's death. His presence now was unexpected. đź’
"Sir, please have a seat on the sofa," Yugh offered, gesturing to a seat.
"Thank you, Mr. Yugh, but I've come today on important business," Sanjaya said, sitting down with a weighty demeanor. 🤵🏻
"What is it, sir?" Yugh asked, taking a seat opposite him, his curiosity piqued.
"It's regarding my client, Mrs. Singh, your late wife. Before her passing, she consulted me on several financial matters. I intended to inform you earlier, but I've been overwhelmingly busy with my practice. That's why I couldn't come until now," the lawyer explained. đź—Ł
"That's alright, sir. What were these specific matters?" Yugh pressed, eager for details. đź“™
"All the relevant details are in these documents. You can review them yourself. I came specifically to deliver this to you," Sanjaya said, handing Yugh a yellow file folder.
After that, the lawyer rose, bid Yugh farewell, and left. Clutching the file, Yugh walked toward his bedroom, the weight of the unopened folder feeling heavier than its physical form, promising yet another layer of his wife's secret life. 📉