Inside was a newspaper clipping.
I stared at the picture.
“A grief counselor?”
“Yes. Thomas spent most of his life helping families after loss.”
I looked back at the article.
“He never told me.”
“He almost never told anyone.”
The attorney folded the clipping again.
“He believed people listened better when they didn’t feel like they were being treated.”
“He never told me.”
I smiled through my tears.
That sounded exactly like Thomas.
Then the attorney reached into his desk drawer.
“I almost forgot.”
He placed one last envelope on the table.
Across the front, in Thomas’s handwriting, were two words.
“After Tuesday…”
