“Give it to me.”
“You don't have to read this right now.”
“Give me my husband's letter.”
He releases it.
I unfold the paper.
Nathan's words blur.
I blink until I can see them.
Cole,
If you're reading this, I'm dead.
My hand flies to my mouth.
Sophie is eating pancakes three feet away.
I can't do this.
I can't fall apart.
Not here.
Not now.
I keep reading.
And if Claire gave this to you, then whatever killed me has found my family.
A sound escapes me.
Cole reaches across the table.
His hand closes over mine.
This time I don't pull away.
I need you to do what I couldn't.
Keep them alive.
Tears roll down my cheeks.
I don't wipe them away.
Don't trust the official report.
Don't trust anyone connected to my investigation.
Investigation?
I look at Cole.
“What investigation?”