“Your husband left you a choice. You can keep the property and the money he set aside for you, or you can use them to help reunite his son with the family he never knew.”
I looked at the photograph again.
For the first time, I understood what my husband had been trying to teach me.
I had married him believing that his fortune would give me a secure future.
But now I had to decide what kind of person I wanted to become.
I asked the lawyer for the son’s address.
Two days later, I stood outside a small house on the outskirts of the city.
When the door opened, I saw a man with the same eyes as my late husband.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
I took a deep breath.
“I think I have something that belongs to you,” I replied, holding out the photograph.
