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.
