He reached into his briefcase and withdrew a thick sealed envelope.
“This was delivered to my office two days before Lily’s death,” he said. “It is marked in her handwriting: ‘To be opened only if my death is ruled an accident.’”
The church went utterly still. The ticking of the old wall clock sounded deafening. Jason’s color drained.
Mr. Hayes opened the envelope.
“If Jason claims I fell, please do not simply accept it,” he read. “On March 5th, after I confronted him about Rachel, he grabbed my arm hard enough to bruise and told me, ‘If you destroy my life, I’ll destroy yours.’ I no longer felt safe in my own home.”
My stomach twisted painfully.
