For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
He flipped to the back of the folder.
A pink sheet of paper sat loose inside the back flap, separate from the bound pages.
It was an addendum about property claims and a liability release.
The signature line for the next of kin was completely blank.
My name belonged on that line.
“I never saw this pink sheet,” I said.
“Because Mark filed the main report without attaching it,” Howard said.
“He went around you completely.”