“You weren’t good to me, Damon.”
So choose.
Take this box and disappear, or stand in front of the people who loved me and tell the truth.
I’m not asking them to forgive you. I’m asking you to stop lying.
That is what you really wanted.
Not my house or my money, but a way to stop being afraid.
Evie.”
“I’m asking you to stop lying.”
***
When I finished Evie’s letter, I could barely breathe.
Mr. Carson placed two envelopes on the desk.
“Envelope A means you leave with the box,” he said. “No one hears anything else from this office.”
“And B?”
“There’s a luncheon tomorrow for the fund Evie created. If you attend, I read her final note. After that, you decide whether to speak.”
I stared at the envelopes. “Everyone will know.”
“If you attend, I read her final note.”
