Nanny’s letter. Returning to my perch on the chair at her bedside, I withdrew the envelope my great-grandmother had given to me yesterday. Christ, it felt like a million years ago. Tearing open the envelope, I reached for the note inside only to halt in my tracks when my eyes landed on cash. A lot of cash. “Holy fuck,” I strangled out, eyes widening as a thick wad of fifty-euro notes spilled onto my lap.
