What is inside this envelope is not a property deed.

It is not a standard trust agreement.” He slid the heavy envelope two inches closer to my side of the table, and his voice dropped.

“This is a confession, Evelyn.

And a set of instructions.

Harrison wrote it himself, and he asked me to give it to you, alone, after he was gone.

He said you would need to read it before his children arrived.

Which, given the injunction they have filed for five o’clock this afternoon, does not leave us much time.”