Part 2: My son h.i.t me 30 times in front of his wife… so the next morning, while he sat in his office, I sold the house he thought was his.

She told me officers were already nearby and advised me not to open the door.

I moved away from the windows.

The black car remained parked outside.

For several minutes, nothing happened.

Then a man stepped out.

Daniel Pierce.

My attorney.

He approached the front door carrying a leather briefcase.

He rang the bell.

Once.

Twice.

Then he called through the door.

“Gloria, I know you’re home.”

I didn’t answer.

He continued.

“We need to discuss Eleanor.”

My hands shook.

Then he said something that made my stomach tighten.

“I know she called you.”

I stood frozen.

“Gloria, she’s lying to you.”

A pause.

“Just like your husband did.”

I stared at the door.

Then Daniel lowered his voice.

“Henry left you something before he died.”

My heart pounded.

“What?”

He spoke through the door.

“A letter.”

I couldn’t breathe.

“Where?”

“With me.”

I gripped my phone.

Then he said something that made my blood run cold.