Nobody moved.
The doorbell rang a second time, longer this time but none of us so much as breathed.
“Give me the letter,” my father said, his voice low and urgent. “I’ll put it back in my safe so can’t know we have it.”
“He already knows we have it,” I said, my mind racing back to the text still glowing on my phone. “Whoever’s been sending me these messages told him. Or told someone who told him. I don’t know how, but he’s not driving out here at three in the morning for no reason.”
“Then we will deny everything,” my father said. “We will say nothing about the will.”
“Dad, look at me.” I held up my shaking hands. “I can’t exactly hide the fact that I’m falling apart right now. He’ll know something’s wrong the second he sees my face.”
The doorbell rang a third time, followed by knocki
