It had been raining, raining endlessly it seemed. Yes, it was New England and yes weather is notoriously unpredictable, especially in coastal Maine. But enough was enough! If the autumn sun were shining, it would be radiant this time of year. But no such luck, it even poured during her father's funeral.
Now Emily was back in her family home again. This had been the house where she grew up. Her mother had not attended the funeral, not that she expected to see her there. In fact, Emily expected her to contest the will, but she never did. She hadn't even shown up for the reading. As the primary beneficiary to her father's estate Emily had the job of going through all his belongings, a sad task she was not looking forward to. Thunder rolled outside and the study lit up briefly as the lightning streaked across the sky.
Her father's family had prospered in the sportswear industry. Even though Edward was not much a sportsmen, he was a good businessman and left Emily not only a beautiful Victorian house, but also a secure business. She had been the marketing manager in the Boston office for many years, she wasn’t sure she was ready to take it all over and more importantly whether she wanted to live in Maine again. She began the job by going through Edward’s desk drawers. Shortly after she started sorting through papers, the doorbell rang.
A young deliveryman flashed a toothy grin under his dark blue baseball hat and asked. "Hello, Are you Ms. Emily Na-Na Jin sky?"
"Yes, I'm Emily NaJENsky," she corrected.
"Sorry Ma'am, I need to see identification. I don't usually ask that of people, but I guess this is a real important letter. So I was told by my boss to ..."
She lifted her index finger and said, "hold on, I'll be right back."
She went to the desk, found her pocketbook and retrieved her license from her wallet.  As Emily turned to go back she nearly walked into the young man.
"Sorry, just wanted to get out of the rain." He said, the water dripping off his blue raincoat and baseball hat and onto the floor. "Nice place you have here," he continued, as a thunderclap echoed in the distance.
She had to adjust to being in a small town again. She wasn't used to overly friendly delivery people anymore. She handed him her license without comment. He took the flat parcel out of his delivery bag.
"Just need you to sign here Ma'am." He drew an X with his pen on the signature line and handed her the package. She signed and then he was on his way with a grin and a wave leaving a trail of wet footprints on the carpet. "See ya around, Ma'am.," he said.
Emily hated the term Ma'am. She was 40 not 90.
She closed the door and returned to the desk. She sat down and opened the package. Inside she found a registered letter that had a return address for the family lawyer. That was odd. She thought they had gone over everything.

Inside there was an envelope with her name written on the outside in her father's familiar handwriting. She opened the envelope and took out a document and unfolded it. Within that letter was a smaller envelope, with a note that read; "Open after you have read the first letter."
The letter was dated two days before her father had passed away. It read...