again have to fear losing my home or choosing between paying rent or buying food.
Rebecca stared at me.
“So you get money anyway?”
The lawyer looked at her.
“His father’s words were very clear.”
He then read out the last sentence of Richard’s letter.
“He came into my life looking for safety. He gave me something the money had never been able to buy. Make sure that you will never be afraid again.”
That’s when I started crying.
Not because I had inherited something.
But because Richard knew the most unpleasant truth about how our relationship had begun…
and yet I thought the way it ended mattered more.
Three months later, I moved into the little house by the lake.
I kept the wooden box over the comfortable of my bedroom.
The brass key is still inside, although I don’t need it anymore.
And every time I remember Richard
