I stared at that woman’s name for a long time.
Then I got in my car and drove almost three hours to the address written on the back.
« Can I help you? » she asked.
Her hand shook as she took it. She tore it open on the spot, and read the first line.
My throat tightened. « My husband was Zane. »
The color drained from her face.
Instead, she gripped the doorframe and whispered, « Zane? »
I held out the envelope. « He asked me to bring this to you. »
Her hand shook as she took it. She tore it open on the spot, read the first line, and looked up at me with panic in her eyes.
« Did he tell you everything? »
Continue on the next page:
