Iris, I don’t know why you won’t answer. I came by yesterday, but Jason said you were sleeping. I left the lemon cake you like. I hope he gave it to you. I miss you. I don’t care what he says happened between us. You are my sister before anything else.
The words blurred.
Clara had come to the house.
Jason had told me she stopped trying.
I pressed the letter to my chest.
For a few minutes, the legal case disappeared. The company disappeared. The money, the mansion, the cars Jason had thrown at me like weapons in court—all of it became small compared to the quiet devastation of those unopened envelopes.
He had not just taken assets.
He had taken witnesses to my life.
