#Chapter 237: The Letter

Ella Logan and I walked out of the cemetery with a newfound resolve in our steps. Leonard’s ashes had been buried, right at the corner of the family plot—a plot which, in Logan’s words, had no more space for others. Leonard had been the last, and I think that was a good thing. We drove in silence to Leonard’s mansion after that. Everything in the will had been left to Marina and Harry, although they only took the money and valuables and ran. But given their sudden departure and all that we had been through, the family lawyer had given us one day to enter the house and take whatever had been left, assuming Logan even wanted any of it. After that, the house would likely be left empty until it eventually crumbled. Logan had refused at first, but I had talked him into it. “What if you have some things there that used to belong to you?” I had asked. “What if you want to take some of your mother’s things?” He had, of course, agreed at the mention of his mother. He had said tha