She looked up.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a thick envelope.
“No.”
My stomach tightened.
She reached into her purse and pulled out a thick envelope.
My name was written across the front.
I knew the handwriting immediately.
“Warren asked me to give it to you after the surgery.”
Warren’s.
She placed it between us.
He had always pressed too hard with a pen. Even now, I could see the grooves in the paper.
“What is this?”
Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.
“I think you deserve to know why he really did it.”
“Warren asked me to give it to you after the surgery.”
“Why?”
Her voice shook.
“I think you deserve to know why he really did it.”
I touched the envelope but didn’t open it.
“What does that mean?”
