“You will regret this.”

“I regret taking three months to find those letters,” Clare said.

“I regret believing you.”

She lifted the trust amendment so the head table could see the page.

“He wanted me to sign away my sister’s name.

He wanted me to agree she was gone.”

The woman who had spoken earlier turned to the man beside her and said something behind her hand.

A fork touched china near the kitchen doors.