“We trusted the wrong leader.”

“The truth’s out in the light now, Martha,” I said, reaching over the rail to take her hand.

“That’s where it belongs.”

Wade moved up beside me as three more church members gathered at the speaker’s table to look over the audit pages.

“I packed up Mother’s nightstand things at the apartment this morning,” Wade said quietly.

“Her silver locket’s in a velvet box on the kitchen counter.”

“We’ll open it together tomorrow afternoon,” I said.