Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

“Your uncle knew it would be. That’s why he left these for you as well.”

He slid an envelope across the table. My name, in Elliot’s handwriting.

Inside was a letter:

“Morgan,

If you’re reading this after that disaster of a will reading, congratulations. You just survived your mother’s greed and my final lesson.

I know this was hard. I’m sorry I put you continue reading …