The will shattered my life in under ten minutes. His children smiled as everything I’d touched for forty years was signed away, like I’d never existed. Then came the envelope. One rusted key. A strange address. Thirty days to disappear. I drove into the woods expecting rot and shame. Instead, I opened the door and saw my own face staring back from a hundred hidden frames, and an envelope on the desk, my name in his hand, beginning with “My darling Peg…” Continues…