For the first time since medical school, I had no idea what my future would look like.
The Letter Alicia Left Behind
That night, I finally opened the folded note from the box.
I had avoided reading it because I was afraid of what I might find.
A confession.
A request.
Some explanation that would make the inheritance appear even more suspicious.
Instead, I found Alicia’s handwriting, uneven in places, as though she had written it during one of her weaker afternoons.
Lucas,
If you’re reading this, then I suppose I’ve run out of time to explain everything properly.
You once told me you worked your way through medical school. You said it casually, like it was nothing, but I remembered it.
People always talk about how lucky you are to be a doctor. I don’t think they understand how much it cost you to get here.
I stopped reading.
