Dr. Rivers looked tired.
“He said you’d understand when you needed it.”
It was infuriatingly vague, which was very Mark.
I took the envelope.
“Why?”
My name was written across the front in his messy handwriting.
“Sally.”
That was all.
Dr. Rivers hesitated.
“He also said you didn’t have to open it today.”
I almost laughed.
My name was written across the front.
“That’s generous of him.”
He gave me a sad smile.
Then I walked away carrying the last secret my husband had kept from me.
