I stopped when I read the words, “Protect me from what?” The lawyer, Mr. Harrison, admitted that he knew something unusual was hidden in Walter’s will. Walter explained that the money he had accumulated during our marriage was not the whole story. “There was another account.” It had existed for more than fifty years, completely unknown to me. Then came the sentence that changed everything: “because once you knew, you would have been in danger.”
Walter warned me about one person I should never trust after his death: his sister Margaret. “Margaret knows about the account,” he wrote. She also knew about documents Walter had hidden. He wanted everyone to believe I had inherited nothing so they would stop looking at me. His final instruction was strange: “Tomorrow morning, at 9:00 a.m., go to the old train station.” I was to go alone and tell no one.
