“What’s in it for you?” Eleanor asked me when we finally spoke alone.

I considered the question.

“Nothing I want to take from your family.

I only want to know whether anyone used my marriage or my signature to hide something they weren’t willing to explain.”

Eleanor was quiet for a moment.

“I don’t want revenge,” she said.

“I wanted my mother to be taken seriously when she was alive.

I’d settle for people taking her records seriously now.”