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 rea
