When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

us. Be strong, be smart, and remember that you deserve to be happy. All my love, Margaret.

I folded the letterfully, my hands shaking. Margaret had known. She’d known Marcus would call.

Knew he’d try to get his hands on the money. She’d protected me even from beyond the grave. Harold was watching me carefully.

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