Another heir.
Another secret.
With Detective Grant present, I opened the envelope.
Inside was a handwritten letter.
*My dearest Gloria,*
*If you’re reading this, then I failed to tell you something before I died.*
My eyes filled.
*I loved you more than anything in this world.*
*But I made a terrible mistake when I trusted Malcolm.*
My chest tightened.
I continued.
*He knew about the Whitmore family trust.*
*He knew about Eleanor.*
*And he knew something about Trevor that I was too frightened to confront.*
I stopped breathing.
Trevor.
My son.
The boy I’d carried.
Raised.
Loved.
What could Henry have discovered?
I turned the page.
Then the final paragraph made my hands go numb.
*Gloria, our son has been lied to his entire life.*
*Malcolm knows the truth.*
*And if Trevor ever discovers it, he may come to hate you for something you never did.*
I stared at the words.
