I Had Just Buried My Husband When His Assistant Handed Me a Yellow Envelope—What Was Inside Changed Everything

I was numb.

“Mrs. Holloway?”

I turned slowly.

It was Daniel’s assistant, Claire.

She looked pale beneath the gray sky, her mascara smudged like she’d been crying harder than anyone else there.

She stepped close enough that nobody could hear us.

Then she grabbed my wrist.

Hard.

Her fingers trembled.

“Open this alone,” she whispered.