***
The next afternoon, I walked into the church basement alone.
Claire saw me first. "No."
"I'm not here to take anything."
"That would be new."
"I deserve that," I said. "But I'm staying."
Mr. Carson tapped the microphone. The room quieted.
"I'm not here to take anything."
"This fund," he read, "is for people one bad month away from becoming someone they don't recognize. I asked Damon here because he knows what fear can do. I ask him to prove my kindness didn't die with me."
Every face turned toward me.
I stood before I could run.
"She knew," I said. "I married Evie because I was broke, scared, and selfish. I thought her house was my way out."
Someone near the coffee urn whispered, "Sit down."
Every face turned toward me.
I looked at him once. "No."
Then I faced the room again.
"I sent a text saying, 'Once she's gone, I'm set.' Evie saw it. She kept it. And somehow, she still gave me a chance to tell the truth myself."
Claire covered her mouth as I turned to Mr. Carson.
"The fund can't carry my name."
He studied me over his glasses. "Evie requested that it did."
"She still gave me a chance to tell the truth myself."
"Then I'm requesting that it doesn't."
"You understand that removes the only public honor she left you?"
