PART 1][
I found the letter three weeks after my husband died.
It was hidden inside a folder I almost threw away.
At first, I didn’t even recognize the handwriting.
Then I saw my name.
Emily.
I sat down slowly at my husband’s old desk and read the first line.
If you’re reading this, I’m probably already dead.
I stopped breathing for a second.
Liam had been dead for twenty-three days.
The police called his death a car accident.
Everyone did.
Sarah, my sister, had been beside me at the funeral. She held my hand when I couldn’t stop crying. She brought food to my house. She even slept on my couch for three nights because she said she didn’t want me to be alone.
She was the person I trusted most.
Until I read the next line.
Emily, there is something you need to know about Sarah.
I read it again.
Then again.
My hands started shaking.
Liam had written that I should never trust my sister.
Not with my money.
Not with my home.
And especially not with the documents he had hidden.
I wanted to believe there was another explanation.
There had to be.
Liam loved Sarah too.
