No one has the right to keep me from finding my mother’s will.
Isla starts searching through my father’s desk while I begin on the bookshelf again. I vaguely remember where I stopped, so I start the row over again, pulling at each book.
Two rows down, I find an envelope in a large brown leather book. It’s already open so I don’t worry about unsealing it as I pull out the letter.
“Find something?”
I jump at Isla’s question and look at her over my shoulder.
“Maybe.”
Carefully, I unfold the paper, two small square papers falling out. Isla bends down to pick them up while I read the short letter, “If you don’t want anyone to find out, send a monthly check of $1,000 to the following bank account. Don’t bother contacting anyone with this letter. I will easily ruin your family and your
