The handwriting done by my father:
It is possible that the will does not make provisions for you. Just put your faith in the person who was there with me on my last day. That referred to me.
Red Xs were placed in the forest on the map, which depicted our old summer cottage that was located beside the lake. My heart rate intensified. He had left a message for me.
Upon my arrival at the cabin, I discovered that the door had been shattered, and the interior had been gutted. There, I had been victimized by someone. The shed was the source of the whispering.
Matthew and my mother were huddled together, hunched over a wooden crate. As soon as I stepped inside, I remarked, “You stole the map.”
Her pupils became more constricted. “If he left something, then it belongs to us as well.”
It is not.
He gave you what he desired to have. I was the recipient of everything else. The package was opened by Matthew with force.
Inside was a shovel that had rusted, gloves that were worn, and a letter. What is contained within will assist you in locating what is significant. Laughing, my mother said.
“I don’t care. You were never in his love. As she rushed out of the room, Matthew followed.
Still, I remained. My gaze was fixed on the tools, as well as the walls of the hut, which still resounded with his laughing. And then I recalled the second X, which was beside the creek and was the location where my father and I had planted a seedling many years ago.
Until the shovel made contact with the metal, I worked at the tree’s roots. It is a box. There is a flash drive and an envelope that has been sealed inside.
You, Mia
This constitutes the true will. Everything will be demonstrated via the drive. You have been the one who has always been there for me.
Act in a moral manner. You have my love. Papa
The tears poured as a torrent, heavy and hot, and they soaked into the soil.
I had not been betrayed by him. He had put his faith in me to complete what he had begun. In the evening, I remained in the cabin there.
The aroma was reminiscent of pine and remembrance. When I lay down on an old sleeping bag, I pressed his letter to my chest and held it there. It was only the beginning of the battle for his legacy.
In addition, I would not allow anyone to take it away from me this time.
