Immediately.”

“You said everything you needed to say at the will reading.”

“There’s been an oversight.” His gaze locked onto the box in my arms. “Graham kept certain documents here that belong to the estate. I’m here to collect them.”

I stepped backward. “Nobody told me about any documents.”

“It’s standard procedure. Hand over anything he left behind. Files, letters, packages.” He nodded toward the box. “Including that.”

My grip tightened. “This was delivered to me. Personally.”

“Then it was delivered in error.”

“The courier had my name on the manifest, Mr. Sterling. Graham arranged this himself.”

His jaw twitched. For a brief moment, the polished mask slipped and revealed something beneath it. Something desperate.

“Alice, you’re a grieving widow. You’re not thinking clearly. Give me the box and I’ll make sure the right people sort through it.”

“No.” My voice sounded steadier than I felt. “If Graham wanted you to have this, he would have sent it to your office.”

He moved closer. “You don’t understand what you’re holding. There are sensitive business matters. Confidential information that could damage the company’s reputation if mishandled.”

“The company you said was being given to charity?”

His silence answered the question.

I turned and headed toward the study, my pulse pounding. Behind me, I heard his footsteps accelerate.

“Alice, stop right there.”

I slipped inside the study and slammed the door. My fingers struggled with the old brass lock until it finally clicked shut.

The handle rattled violently.

“Open this door right now!” His voice had lost all its lawyerly composure. “You have no idea what you’re meddling in!”

I placed the box on Graham’s old oak desk and began pulling everything out more quickly.

“Alice! I’m warning you!”

“Get out of my house!” I shouted.

“It’s not your house anymore, remember?”

The words struck like a slap. Still, I kept searching.

My hands shook as I removed the final layer of photographs. Beneath them sat a flat manila envelope sealed with red wax. Graham’s initials were pressed into it.

“Alice, this is your last chance,” Sterling shouted through the door. “Hand over whatever is in there, and I’ll forget this conversation ever happened. Refuse, and I’ll have you removed from this property by sundown.”

I stared at the envelope.

Why would a man who left me nothing seal something with his personal mark and conceal it beneath photographs of our life together?

Whatever was inside, Sterling was terrified of it. And I was about to discover why.

I broke the wax seal.

Alice,

Forgive me. I knew that when the will was read, you would believe I had abandoned you after thirty-seven years. If I could have spared you that pain, I would have.