“Thomas wasn’t who you thought he was, Sarah,” he whispered. “He wanted you to know the truth. He wasn’t a man dying alone with nothing. He was one of the wealthiest men in the state. And he chose you on purpose.”
PART 2
I opened the backpack in that quiet hospital room, and my hands were shaking.
Inside was money — bundled cash, more than I’d ever seen. And documents. And, on top, a letter, in the careful handwriting of a man who’d held a pen with difficulty in his final days.
“My dear Sarah,
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