Forever (No Contract Required)

Two weeks after Grandma Rose's funeral, the final monthly wire transfer of forty-one thousand dollars cleared into Mia's bank account. The one-year anniversary of their agreement at The Meridian had officially arrived. Mia stood in the kitchen of the Midtown penthouse on a bright Saturday morning, looking at the forty-page blue leather contract sitting on the black marble island. Beside it lay her culinary knives, neatly packed in their canvas…