The Perfect Widow’s Secret: When Grief and Relief Collide in Public

shook—not with grief now, but with fury. “I thought it was something of Mark’s. Something important. Something he wanted the boys to have.”

She glanced down at the handwriting on the front. My handwriting.

Then she looked back at me, her eyes sharp.

“It’s addressed to an attorney,” she said. “Dated… before the accident.”

My heart pounded so hard I could continue reading …