wall around you so that no one could take advantage of you.”
Walter slid the box across the table.
My fingers shook as I touched the small brass latch.
I thought about Raymond’s questions.
I thought about his interest in my bank accounts and will.
Then I thought about Thomas’s final promise.
I opened the lid.
Inside was the deed to Thomas’s family home.
Beneath it were legal trust documents bearing my name.
But that was not what made me gasp.
Part 3:
A thick bundle of letters lay beneath
