“Mrs. Mason? I’m Evelyn Patterson—mother of the late Mr. Patterson.” Her eyes glinted sharp. “I’m clearing unfinished business.”
She handed me the envelope. Inside lay photocopies: Amber’s prenup violation, unpaid debt, and a note reading: “Thank you for showing her out.” Alongside was a cashier’s check made out to Debra and Andrew Mason, Community Garden Fund—for fifty thousand dollars.
I stared, speechless. Evelyn gave a knowing nod. “My son was lonely, but not blind. He trusted I’d fix loose ends. Use it well.”
She returned to her car and drove away.
I held the envelope, heart thudding. Andy walked up, dirt on his gloves. “Everything okay?”
I looked at him, then at the departing Lexus.
“We might need a bigger garden,” I said.
And that, dear reader, is where I’ll pause. Curious how the neighborhood used that surprise donation—or how Amber reacted when she learned the money she wanted ended up funding vegetables for local families? Let me know in the comments, and I’ll spill every juicy detail.
