My Elderly Neighbor Passed Away — Then His Letter Revealed a Secret Buried for 40 Years

I used to think I could spot a lie from a mile away. My mother, Nancy, raised me on order and honesty — or so I believed. At thirty-eight, with a husband, two daughters, and a neat suburban life, I felt certain of who I was. Then my elderly neighbor, Mr. Whitmore, died. The morning after his funeral, I found…