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Claudia read it by the window while the light leaned over her shoulder. The letter was brief and judicial: the estate settlement had been delayed; a distant relative was contesting the will; the house, the small cottage with the lemon tree, was under threat. On the back, in a handwriting she recognized like a bruise, someone had written: “You deserve better than a fight.” She folded the paper with magnetic calm. “They always think grief comes with a receipt,” she said.