Vivian immediately took a step forward. “Claire.” Just my name. Nothing else.
But I heard the panic underneath it. I opened the folder. Inside was a single envelope.
Sealed. Samuel’s handwriting covered the front. To be opened only if something happens to me.
My heart stopped. Because I had never opened that envelope. Not yet. Not until that moment.
My fingers carefully broke the seal. Vivian actually gasped. Derek went pale.
I unfolded the letter. The first line made my stomach drop. Claire, If you’re reading this, my mother already knows I’m dead.
The second line was worse. And if she’s asking about the company accounts, it means she finally realized I found out who really killed my father.
The world went silent. Completely silent. I slowly looked up from the page.
Vivian wasn’t crying. Wasn’t shocked. Wasn’t confused. She looked terrified.
And that was when I noticed something else. Parked across the street was a black SUV.
Two federal agents were stepping out. At the exact same moment, my eyes dropped to the final sentence visible on the page.
A sentence Samuel had written only three days before his fatal accident.
It read: “THE CRASH THAT KILLED DAD WASN’T AN ACCIDENT. AND NEITHER IS MINE.”
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