“No.”
“Then why does it feel dangerous?”
Gabriel exhaled slowly.
“Because your father was afraid of what would happen if the wrong person found it.”
That answer made my stomach tighten.
“Did Veronica know about it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“You said you didn’t know he was sick. How did he send it?”
“Through a courier. He left it with instructions that it be delivered only to me.”
“What could be inside?”
“Possibly a business document. A property record. A personal letter.”
“Or?”
Gabriel was quiet.
“Or something that explains why he changed the will so suddenly.”
I remembered the first line of my father’s letter.
If you are reading this, then I was not given the time I hoped for.
I had assumed he meant the illness. Now I wondered if he had been waiting for something else.
Gabriel placed the envelope in front of me.
