It wasn’t a letter. It was a Whole Life Insurance Policy.
I scanned the dates. He had taken this policy out thirty years ago, back when I was just a kid. I looked at the monthly premium payments recorded on the ledger.
He had been paying $45 a month, every single month, for three decades. He never missed a payment.
He never mentioned it. Not once.
I frantically looked for the “Face Value” of the policy—the amount the insurance company pays out to the beneficiary.
My eyes found the number in the top right corner. I gasped so loud Sarah came running into the room.