Part 2: My millionaire husband left me nothing in his will after 48 years of marriage except a note with an address — when I arrived there, what I saw made me fall to my knees.

I stopped breathing.

"What?"

"That's what my father told me."

I stared at him.

"But three months ago, I found evidence that she was still alive."

"Where?"

Nathan looked toward the silver key lying on my kitchen table.

Then he whispered:

"She was living in a house owned by Thomas."

My heart pounded.

"Where is that house?"

He hesitated.

Then gave me the address.

I knew it.

Of course I knew it.

Because the house stood directly across the street from mine.

And the woman who lived there had brought me dinner the night after Thomas's funeral.

I had called her my closest friend for twenty-seven years.

Her name was Helen Carter.

But now I knew that wasn't her real name.

I slowly looked toward my front window.

Helen was standing across the street.

Watching my house.

And when she realized I had seen her, she raised her phone.

A second later, mine rang.