Her lawyer gave her a gentle nod of reassurance, as if he was telegraphing a silent promise that everything would turn out alright. Despite her nerves, Julia found comfort knowing he was there with her. The lawyer then began to speak, “Firstly, I must express my disappointment with all of you,” he started. His stern tone caused a gasp of indignation among the townspeople, but he remained unflappable. Reaching into his pocket, he unfolded a crumpled piece of paper, “This is a letter, handwritten by Harold himself, just a few days before his passing.” At this revelation, the room fell silent, all eyes focused intently on the lawyer. “Allow me to read it to you.”
“My dear friends and family,