She put down her pencil.

“Will I always live here?”

“I hope you can stay where you’re safe and cared for.

There are grown-ups deciding the arrangements, and I’ll tell you when anything changes.

I won’t hide it from you.”

She looked relieved by the promise of information even though I could not promise the outcome.

As the legal matters progressed, the original urn was examined under the direction of investigators.

I was told that the contents did not match what our family had been led to believe.