I stared at the envelopes. “Everyone will know.”
“If you attend, I read her final note.”
“Only if you tell them.”
That was worse. Evie had left the knife in my hand.
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The next afternoon, I walked into the church basement alone.
Claire saw me first. “No.”
“I’m not here to take anything.”
“That would be new.”
“I deserve that,” I said. “But I’m staying.”
Mr. Carson tapped the microphone. The room quieted.
“I’m not here to take anything.”
“This fund,” he read, “is for people one bad month away from becoming someone they don’t recognize. I asked Damon here because he knows what fear can do. I ask him to prove my kindness didn’t die with me.”
Every face turned toward me.
I stood before I could run.
“She knew,” I said. “I married Evie because I was broke, scared, and selfish. I thought her house was my way out.”
