My Husband Tried To Move His Family Into My Dream Home Until One Envelope Changed Everything

stood abruptly. “Do not call my family thieves.”

“Then stop giving them stolen money.”

The driver from the moving company appeared at the door. “Mr. Hart? We need to know where we’re delivering.”

Ethan turned too quickly. “Follow us to the house.”

I looked at the driver. “No.” I held out Maya’s letter.

The driver took it, read the first page, and wisely continue reading …