Part1: AT MY HUSBAND’S WILL READING, HIS THREE GROWN KIDS SMIRKED AS THE LAWYER GAVE THEM THE MANSION, THE ACCOUNTS, EVERYTHING—AND HANDED ME, HIS WIFE OF 40 YEARS, ONLY A RUSTY IRON KEY AND A SCRAWLED ADDRESS TO A “WORTHLESS” HOUSE IN A TOWN NOBODY HAD HEARD OF. THEY GAVE ME 30 DAYS TO DISAPPEAR, SO I LEFT WITH ONE SUITCASE AND MY WEDDING PHOTO… AND DROVE INTO THE WOODS EXPECTING A COLLAPSING SHACK. BUT WHEN THAT KEY TURNED IN THE OAK DOOR, I STEPPED INTO A HOUSE LINED WITH HUNDREDS OF SECRET PHOTOS OF ME… AND ON THE DESK SAT A SEALED ENVELOPE IN HIS HANDWRITING THAT MADE MY KNEES GO WEAK: “FOR PEGGY.”