him promising away the cottage without telling me.
The next morning, I called Margaret.
She searched Daniel’s estate file.
Then she found something.
A sealed photocopy of a letter.
On the front, in Daniel’s handwriting, were two words:
For Bradley.
My heart pounded.
Bradley had received the original after Daniel died.
Margaret still had the copy.
I opened it.
Daniel wrote that he loved his son.
That he was proud of him.
That he hoped Bradley would someday bring his children to the lake.
Then he wrote about the cottage.
