“Mark gave me this about three weeks ago.”
My eyes dropped to the envelope.
“What is it?”
His expression tightened.
“There’s something he made me promise not to give you until now.”
A cold feeling moved through me.
“Until after he died?”
Dr. Rivers nodded.
“Why?”
“He said you’d understand if the time came when you needed it.”
I almost laughed.
Of course he had said something like that.
Even dying, Mark had somehow managed to be mysterious.
Dr. Rivers held the envelope out.
My name was written across the front in Mark’s uneven handwriting.
Sally.
Nothing more.
No explanation.
No warning.
Just my name.
