“I loved that you hated my tomato plants but defended them from squirrels like they were your children.”
“I loved you.”
“The debt was history.”
“You were my wife.”
I started crying.
Frank had always complained about me reading endings first.
He used to hide new novels until I promised not to cheat.
The letter blurred.
Then came the part that made me angry all over again.
“I should have told Brad and Stephanie.”
“They knew their mother’s family had helped us financially when we were young, but they never knew about June.”
“When they started accusing you of wanting the house, I should have told them exactly whose sacrifice helped us keep it.”
“I didn’t.”
“Linda wanted the story kept private while she was alive because she felt ashamed that we had never repaid your mother completely.”
“After Linda died, I kept quiet because I had already kept quiet for so long.”
“Cowardice becomes habit surprisingly easily.”
“I’m sorry.”
I closed my eyes.
That sounded like Frank too.
Mr. Delgado slid a glass of water toward me.
“What happens with the house?”
He opened another folder.
That was when I learned Frank had changed his will four months earlier.
