You once married me because you were afraid of losing everything.
I leave this world knowing you no longer need anyone’s fortune.
That is what I always should have wanted for you.
Under the letter
was a final check.
I stared at the amount.
One dollar.
Claire burst out laughing.
“He left you a dollar?”
Daniel leaned over my shoulder.
“Classic Dad.”
I turned the check over.
Something was written on the back.
**For groceries. So you never have to check your bank balance again.**
I cried so hard I laughed.
Then Margaret began laughing.
Then Daniel.
Even Claire.
For several minutes, the house that had once held blackmail, betrayal, weapons and secrets filled with something it had probably never heard before.
Joy.
Months passed.
Then years.
Bellweather House expanded.
We opened a second location.
Then a third.
One winter morning, a young woman arrived carrying a suitcase.
