Andy held the sealed brown envelope in his hand. There wasn’t anything stronger in the house to drink than lemonade, and right now he’d have killed for a shot of whiskey. Maybe tomorrow he’d rectify that, but tonight, as he sat in the kitchen, he slit the envelope open and pulled out a small recorder wrapped with a single sheet of paper.
He unfolded the stiff white paper and recognized Caroline’s logo on the bottom of the page. But it wasn’t his mother’s writing. The clean, neat script was all Aida.
My dear Andy,
My dear Andy,If you’re reading this, then something has happened to me. It’s cowardly on my part, but I’ve not been well for a while, and my old body has broken down on me. I don’t have the fight I once did. I lost that years ago. Please keep Laura and dear Gabriel safe, and th
