Higgins, pulled a single sealed envelope from the folder.
"Mr.
Sloan instructed that you must read this letter aloud, right here, right now.
And you must agree to what it asks."
I took the envelope.
It felt heavy.
I tore it open and unfolded the handwritten pages.
My eyes went straight to the bottom.
There was a signature, but it wasn't Mr.
Sloan's.
It was my husband's.
I looked up at the lawyer.
"Why is David's name on this?"
Before Mr.
Higgins could answer, the office door swung open.
My husband walked in, his face red, his eyes locked on the letter in my hands.
"Put that down, Linda," David snapped.
"You have no idea what you're holding."
I looked at the letter again, then back at my husband.
The first line read: *If you are reading this, it means my neighbor David finally succeeded in what he set out to do...*
My bl00d ran cold.
Mr.
Sloan didn't just know my husband.
He knew something about David that I didn't.
And now, I was holding the proof.
"What did you do?" I whispered.
David lunged for the letter.
"Give it to me!"
The truth inside that letter will shatter everything Linda thought she knew.
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PART 3
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I pulled the letter back and pressed it against my chest.
"No."
David's hand hung in the air between us.
His jaw tightened.
"Linda, you don't understand what you're reading.
That man was sick.
He was confused.
He wrote all kinds of—"
"Sit down, Mr.
Garrett." Mr.
