A Second Call… and a Different Kind of Truth

The next morning, my phone rang.

It was Lina.

But this time, her voice sounded different—fragile, almost broken.

“The lawyer found another note,” she said through quiet sobs.

“She left me everything because she thought I needed security.”

Then Lina’s voice trembled even more.

“But she left you the only thing that truly mattered to her.”

There was a long silence between us.

Heavy.

But honest.