“I won’t.” He didn’t sound certain.

I put the trust and the petition in my bag.

Thomas walked me to the stairs and rested one hand on the railing.

“Your father once told me a house isn’t a thing, it’s a promise,” he said.

“I thought he was being dramatic.”

At a quarter past five Marcus was waiting in my office with a takeout bag and the petition already scanned onto his tablet.

“No notice to the heirs,” he said.