I forced a smile, my face burning. “Cool. Thanks.”
Honestly, I felt stupid for even having shown up in the first place. A coat? That’s what I got out of all of it?
What I Almost Threw Away
I took it home, tossed it over a chair, and didn’t look at it again for two days. I nearly threw it out entirely. But something stopped me. Maybe curiosity. Maybe stubbornness. So I picked it up and slid my hands into the pockets.
That’s when I felt it.
Paper. I frowned and pulled it out, a sealed envelope, my name written across the front in his handwriting. My chest tightened instantly. I don’t know why my hands started shaking, but they did.
I opened it slowly. Inside was a letter, and a tiny key.
I sat down before I’d even finished reading the first line.
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What the Letter Said
His words were different on the page. Not sharp. Not critical. Just clear, in a way I’d never once heard from him out loud.
He wrote that his children would fight over the money. That they always did, every single time, about everything. “Let them,” he’d written.
Then he explained the key. It opened a safety deposit box. Everything inside it was mine.
