“I have to show you the truth,” I said.

Eleanor pulled her hands back into her lap.

“Now let’s take a breath, Arthur.

You’re going to provoke Mark again, and we’ll never see our granddaughter until she’s grown.”

I opened the envelope and took out the certified insurance payout release.

I placed it right in front of her teacup.

It bore a red official stamp from November 2017.

“Mark collected five hundred thousand dollars the month Laura died,” I said.