Arthur stared at the oak floorboards while Elder Miller wrote the official minutes on a yellow legal pad.

“What are you planning to do with the property title?” Arthur asked.

“The land will stay with the church,” I said.

“And the trust money will be used exactly the way Kade meant it to be.”

Wade reached into his inside coat pocket and took out a heavy brass key fixed to a stamped metal tag.

He set it gently in my palm next to Kade’s leather-bound trust ledger.

“This key opens the wall safe in the rectory study,” Wade said.