My Grandson Thought I Was Dead Until He Saw Me Under a Bridge With a Private Jet Waiting

in her handwriting. For Luke, if anything happens.

I broke the seal.

Inside was a letter and a photograph.

I read the letter standing at my desk, and by the second paragraph my hands were shaking. Emily had written plainly, in the clear direct voice I remembered from the years when she was still allowed to be herself, that Victor had pressured her repeatedly continue reading …