I remembered signing nothing more than a limited property-management authorization for routine repairs.

Dana now had a copy.

She confirmed that the document was not a deed conveying ownership, and she planned to examine whether anyone had attempted to use it beyond its scope.

Among the belongings Frank brought was a wooden jewelry box I hadn’t opened in years.

Under a velvet lining lay the last birthday card my parents had given me.

I read their handwriting again and cried quietly, careful not to wake Theo.