And the keys appeared to belong to a new truck.
I immediately closed the envelope.
“No.”
Eleanor looked surprised.
“No?”
“I don’t want this.”
“Travis…”
“I married you because I love you.”
Her expression changed.
A sadness crossed her face.
“You think I don’t know that?”
“I don’t want anyone saying I married you for money.”
She sat down slowly.
“That is exactly why I’m giving this to you.”
“I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
The room suddenly felt colder.
Eleanor looked toward the window.
Then back at me.
“Travis, there is something you need to know.”
My heart started beating faster.
“What?”
She reached up and slowly removed the shawl covering her shoulders.
I watched her carefully.
Then I saw it.
A small mark on her left shoulder.
A dark round mole.
With an uneven edge.
The room disappeared around me.
Because I had seen that mark before.
Thousands of
