That’s when I started crying.
Not because I had inherited something.
But because Richard knew the most unpleasant truth about how our relationship had begun…
and yet I thought the way it ended mattered more.
Three months later, I moved into the little house by the lake.
I kept the wooden box over the comfortable of my bedroom.
The brass key is still inside, although I don’t need it anymore.
And every time I remember Richard
saying that I would get exactly what he deserved, I finally understand what he meant.
He didn’t leave me his fortune.
He left me a home, a future and a last reminder that sometimes love can begin for the wrong reason…
and yet become something real.
