I didn't expect anything from his successor, so nothing surprised me.
But the next day his son called – angry, confused, almost screaming.
While searching through one of the old boxes left by his mother, he found a letter.
It wasn't addressed to him.
It was addressed to me.
In this book she thanked me for the patience and gentleness I showed her in her weakest moments.
She explained to me that she couldn't change her will without hurting her record, but she wanted to tell me that what I gave her was worth more than anything she could give me.
She wrote that I was her comfort, constant support, and ultimately her solace.
But that wasn't the reason his son was angry.
