Written in Gerald’s crooked handwriting. Exactly the way he had written it on anniversary cards for half a century.
Mr. Pemberton placed the envelope carefully in front of me. “Mrs. Harris,” he said softly, “we’ve been waiting five years to give this to you.”
Then he placed a second document on the counter. It was covered in official bank seals.
I stared at both of them. “What is this?” Mr. Pemberton pulled out the chair beside me.
“Before you read Gerald’s letter, there’s something you need to understand.”
He glanced at the bank card still sitting between us. Then looked directly into my eyes.
“The balance on this card was never two thousand dollars.” (I know you’re all very curious about the next part, so if you want to read more, please leave a “”””YES”””” comment below!)
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