When my high-powered attorney father passed away leaving me “nothing,” my husband Bradd’s swift departure revealed his true priorities. But the unassuming manila envelope hidden among the legal documents contained my real inheritance – a key to a storage unit filled with my father’s unfinished work on a wrongful conviction case.
As I pored over the files in Unit 31, I discovered connections between Bradd’s family and the unjust imprisonment of Rita Manning, my childhood babysitter. My father had spent years quietly gathering evidence to prove her innocence, knowing the truth would also expose the dirty money behind Bradd’s family wealth. His last act was giving me the tools to uncover the truth myself.
The investigation I helped spark led to Rita’s freedom after 22 years and financial ruin for Bradd’s corrupt relatives. In the process, I found my calling working with wrongfully convicted women. My father’s greatest gift wasn’t money or property – it was showing me how silent, steadfast love can outlast even death, and how justice delayed doesn’t mean justice denied.