Cousins come out of the woodwork.

If you love that little boy, the kindest thing — the safest thing — is to make it certain now.

Sign it to him.

Put it beyond anyone’s reach.

Then you can rest.”

And Rosalind, who was old and lonely and had been handed exactly the grandson-shaped comfort she’d been aching for, murmured that yes, maybe, she’d speak to the lawyers.

In the hallway, Hattie’s hand closed around the business card in her apron pocket.

She didn’t move that night.