else.”
Beneath the bank documents was a thick legal folder.
Inside was the deed to Ezra’s house.
For several seconds, I could not understand what I was looking at.
Then I saw my name.
Ezra had left me the house.
There was also a letter marked:
READ LAST. THEN CALL MARTIN BEFORE YOU DO SOMETHING STUBBORN.
I opened it.
“Dear Anthony,
I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that you cannot accept the money or the house. You are probably preparing a speech about how you never helped