Yet there I was… calm, almost cared for.
That realization hit harder than anything else.
Beneath it was a folded letter. I immediately recognized Walter’s handwriting.
When I opened it, everything around me seemed to disappear.
“Olivia, if you’re reading this, it means you left that house with less than you deserved. I can no longer pretend that silence is peace.”
I sat down on the curb, my vision blurring as I continued reading.
“I should have spoken sooner. Instead, I chose quiet over conflict—and that made me a coward in my own home. I ask for forgiveness, even though I know I may not deserve it.”
Tears filled my eyes, but I kept going.
“Inside this envelope are documents for a small property and workshop in Arizona. It belonged to my sister Grace. Before she passed, she told me to give it to a woman who worked with dignity but was never treated with it.”
