“I had a personal errand,” I said, keeping my eyes on the running tap.

“We had an agreement about total rest,” she said.

She paused to pat the double strand of pearls at her throat before reaching into her leather handbag for a blue paper folder.

“I had our family attorney draw up something to make things easier for everyone.”

She slid the blue folder across the granite island and set it down next to the cutting board.

I wiped my hands on an apron and opened the first page.