Forty-One Thousand Dollars and a Yellow Paper Envelope
He made me promise on my mother’s grave.”
I ran my thumb along the sealed flap.
The tape was old and peeling at the corners.
The rain pounded against the yellow paper, turning it darker.
“What’s inside?”
“I never opened it,” Elias whispered.
“My job was just to hold on to it.
To keep it safe from her until you got out.”