“I won’t send you to prison, but I will never speak to any of you again.” I set my briefcase on the coffee table.

“And I’m taking control of the estate.”

“You can’t take what doesn’t belong to you.”

I pulled out the envelope.

It was the one from Arthur’s desk, sealed with his stamp, hidden beneath the false bottom.

I broke the seal with my thumb.

The original deed slid out, folded in thirds.

The paper had gone soft along the creases.