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Cole had looked at me and said, Run while you still can.

I didn't.

Best decision I ever made.

Until the day somebody knocked on my door and told me Nathan wasn't coming home.

I pull out a chair and sit because Cole is right.

I am swaying.

Sophie climbs onto the chair beside me.

“Come here.”

She crawls into my lap.

She's getting too big for it, but I don't care.

I wrap both arms around her.

Cole sits across from us.

The envelope lies on the table between us.

I stare at Nathan's handwriting.

COLE BARRETT.

“You really never opened it?” he asks.

“No.”

“Not after Nathan died?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because he told me not to unless I needed it.”

Cole looks at me like he doesn't understand.

“He was my husband, Cole. He asked me to do one thing. I did it.”

His jaw tightens.

I immediately regret the sharpness in my voice.

But I'm tired.

I'm scared.

And I'm angry.

At whoever came into my house.

At Nathan for leaving behind secrets.