it two weeks before his unexpected death from a heart attack.
“Go ahead,” Helen encouraged softly. “Read it aloud if you’d like.”
Taking a deep breath, I began.
My dearest Sophia,
If you’re reading this letter, circumstances have arisen that prompted Jonathan to share the contents of this safety deposit box with you. I’ve instructed him to keep these materials secure until either I retrieve them myself—in which case you’ll never see this letter—or until a situation develops where this information becomes necessary for your well-being or Amber’s.
The timing
