MY HUSBAND’S CHILDREN SPENT A DECADE TELLING EVERYONE I ONLY MARRIED HIM FOR THE HOUSE — AFTER HIS FUNERAL, HIS ATTORNEY HANDED ME A LOCKED BOX.

I turned the box over.

And the moment I recognized Frank’s handwriting, my eyes filled with tears.

PART 2

I peeled the envelope from the bottom of the box and opened it with shaking hands.

“My Patricia,” it began, in Frank’s careful script.