The attorney’s mouth trembled slightly.
“He said you would understand better if you opened it alone.”
Then he left.
That was how Thomas did things.
Softly.
Sideways.
Never pushing a door open when he could leave it unlocked and let you choose.
That was how Thomas did things.
I unzipped the backpack with shaking hands.
There was no money.
No jewelry.
No legal papers that made me rich or trapped me in some strange obligation.
Only envelopes.
