I never, ever betrayed you with her, Maggie. Not once. Not in thought. I need you to believe that. If Daniel or anyone finds the papers and thinks otherwise, please tell them this, in my words: there has only ever been you.
Evelyn has everything. The rest of the story is hers to tell. She knows things about your health that I was going to tell you myself, and now I’ve run out of time. Please find her.
And go to the bank. First Constitution, on Farmington Avenue. Ask for the trust department. Tell them your name. There’s something there that’s yours. I set it up a long time ago. I was going to tell you on our fiftieth anniversary. Then I got sick. Then I didn’t know how.
I loved you every single day for fifty years. Even the days I lied to you. Especially those days, maybe. Every lie was about keeping you here a little longer.
