When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

and read him bedtime stories, he just shrugged and said, “That was a long time ago, Mom. I’m afraid we’re losing him, Steven. And I’m afraid of what he might do if he thinks there’s money involved.” I set the letter down, my hands trembling.

Margaret had seen this coming 3 years ago. The next letter was dated 6 months later. Steven, I need to tell you continue reading …