His hand shook. « If something happens to me, promise you’ll take that to her yourself. »
The funeral passed in a blur of flowers, casseroles, and people telling me what a good man my husband had been.
« Zane, who is she? »
He caught my wrist. « Please. And don’t open it. »
So I nodded.
« I promise. »
He died two days later.
Two days later, I found the envelope in my bedside drawer.
The funeral passed in a blur of flowers, casseroles, and people telling me what a good man my husband had been. Then I came home to a house that felt too still without him in it.
Two days later, I found the envelope in my bedside drawer.
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