10 days remained until the contract expired.
Franklin paid a visit to Elizabeth's old family home.
Eleanor had pressured him into going, saying it was time to sort through Elizabeth's belongings.
That afternoon, he called me, his voice sounded off. "Camille, Grandma left you something. Can you come over?"
I didn't want to go at first.
But this was Elizabeth we were talking about.
A fine layer of dust coated every surface of the old house, and Elizabeth's bedroom looked exactly the way it had when she was alive.
A wooden box sat on the nightstand, and Franklin handed it to me.
Inside the box were a jade bracelet, a letter, and a bankbook.
The letter was in Elizabeth's handwriting, shaky and uneven, written in the final months of her life.
Camille,
I know you were hired to play th
