We weren’t speaking. Not after what happened between us.
But just when I thought I’d moved on, a lawyer called—with news I never saw coming.
He said there’d been an accident.
He also said my name was listed… in something I didn’t even remember writing.
I opened the envelope.
I should’ve left it sealed.
Now I have more questions than I ever had when he was alive.
We Weren’t Speaking—Then I Saw His Car on the News
We hadn’t spoken in three months. Not since that night.
The fight was stupid at first—what isn’t? But then things were said that can’t be unsaid.
We blocked each other. We moved on. Or at least, pretended to.
Until I saw his car on the news.
Crashed. Flipped. Totally wrecked.
I paused the TV. My heart stopped.
It was his car. The scratches on the side. The dent on the back. I’d memorized them when we used to argue in that driveway.
They didn’t say who survived.
Or if anyone did.
But the next day, a lawyer called me.
The Lawyer Knew My Name—And Said He Had Instructions
I didn’t give anyone my number. But the lawyer called like he’d known me for years.
“Are you… Claire?”
I didn’t answer.
He kept talking. “He left something with us. Said if anything ever happened, you’d know what it meant.”
I didn’t know what it meant.
Not then.
He asked to meet in person.
At first, I thought: why would someone plan ahead like that? Why would he?
Unless he saw it coming.
I Thought It Was About the Crash. But the Lawyer Said Otherwise
I sat in that office expecting trauma reports, maybe some sort of settlement, maybe guilt.
But he didn’t mention the accident. Not once.
He handed me a sealed envelope.
No name. No date. Just my handwriting—from years ago.
“Where did this come from?” I asked.
The lawyer looked at me.
“He said you gave it to him. The night you left. You probably don’t remember.”
But I do.
I remember everything about that night.
Except the part where I ever gave him a letter.
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