Part2: “Start packing!” was the first thing my ex’s new bride said when she arrived at my dad’s house after his recent burial. I let her chat while I was trimming the roses in the garden—that is, until she made the error that would destroy her.

Part 2

Attorney Brenda arrived twenty minutes later carrying her briefcase and a bottle of wine. She had been my father’s legal counsel for decades, but she was also a dear friend who had known me since I was a child.

We locked ourselves in the study, which still smelled of the mild tobacco and old wood that always reminded me of my father. I sat in his large leather armchair while still clutching the unopened envelope in my hand.

“You didn’t want to open that alone, did you?” Brenda asked gently.

I shook my head because I was terrified of what Misty had hinted about my brother Jesse.

“Your father left very specific instructions, and some things were meant to be discovered only at the right time.”

I looked up at her with confusion.

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