“I have left the company and its wealth to the boys as a way to ensure they have every chance to succeed, as we always wanted. But, my darling, wealth of a different kind is meant for you.”

Confusion mingled with the grief as Eleanor read on.

“In the envelope, you will find a key,” the letter continued. “It opens an apartment in Paris — the city where we dreamed of living when we were young and the world was full of possibilities. The apartment is yours, along with all the memories we imagined but never made. I hope it brings you the adventure and peace you deserve.”

Eleanor reached back into the envelope and pulled out a small, tarnished key. It felt cool and solid in her palm, a tangible link to a future she had never considered possible.