My Husbands Children Spent a Decade Saying I Only Married Him for the House After His Funeral, His Attorney Handed Me a Locked Box

His first wife, Linda.

Between them was another woman I had never seen before.

On the back, Frank had written:

“Patricia’s mother, June. 1987.”

I stopped breathing.

“What?”

Mr. Delgado watched me carefully.

I turned the photograph over again.

“My mother knew Frank?”

“Apparently.”

“No. She would have told me.”

Mr. Delgado said nothing.

My mother had died when I was 39.

Frank and I met six years later.

At least, I thought we had.

I picked up the first letter.

It was addressed to me.