The envelope was utterly ordinary—pale blue. Her name was printed in block letters. There was no return address, so the letter seemed bare. Yulia turned the envelope in her hands, tore it open, pulled out a sheet folded into quarters, and unfolded it.
“For the money left by the deceased, you can buy many useful things, including a young lover.”
Black printed letters the same as on the envelope. Yulia sank into a chair right in the hallway and took a deep breath, trying to calm her wildly pounding heart. She had learned to live without Zhenya with difficulty, and now someone was accusing her of murdering her husband? But with Alex, everything is different… Why does she feel so awful after their honeymoon in Mexico? Is it because of an exotic bug bite—or… does someone want to send her after her first husband?