The solicitor wore an expression of sympathy and handed me the sealed envelope. After shaking his hand, I maintained a mask of my own until the lift doors closed. Alone, I tore at the gummed strip with trembling hands. This was what I had been waiting for my entire adult life.
My daughter inherits my estate. The enclosed key will reveal all.
At last, my reward. The address and name of the bank followed.
I now remember that I skipped my way there.
In the dark bowels of the bank, I opened the safety box.
Even in death, he tortured me.
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