“What instructions?”
She smiled faintly.
“You'll find out soon enough.”
Then she closed the door.
Three days later…
a letter arrived at my hospital.
And the name written on the envelope was my father's.
THE LETTER FROM MY DEAD FATHER
Three days after my mother locked us out, I received an envelope at the hospital.
It had my father's handwriting on it.
My hands shook as I opened it.
Inside was a single sentence:
“Rachel, if Margaret ever tells you that you and Lily no longer belong in my house, do not leave without reading the documents I left with my attorney.”
I read it twice.
Then a second page fell out.
It contained an attorney's name and a date.
My father's final instructions had been prepared months before he died.
But why?
And what exactly had my father left for me and Lily?
I called the attorney immediately.
His first words were:
“Rachel, I've been waiting for you.”
Then he told me something that made me completely speechless.
