Inside lay a stack of bound papers and a single sealed envelope marked For Margaret — Final Instructions. Her hands shook as she pulled it free. The scent of Daniel’s handwriting— that familiar ink and those neat strokes—almost undid her. She held the envelope with shaking hands.
Inside the final box lay a thick stack of documents. Maggie’s breath caught as her eyes fell on the first page: a trust deed in her name. The figures blurred through tears — a sum so large it felt impossible, quietly amassed across decades without her knowledge.