The morning after my father’s funeral, my ex-husband’s new wife came into his garden and ordered me to start packing my things and leave immediately

before he died.

A move powerful enough to destroy every plan they thought they had.

That evening, I finally opened the envelope.

Inside was a handwritten letter.

My father’s handwriting looked shaky but unmistakable.

Claire,

If you’re reading this, then I’m gone.

And if Vanessa is already talking about taking this house, then my suspicions were correct.

I continue reading …