She had retained copies because her father insisted on documenting every important communication relating to the rescue transaction.

On the envelope was a handwritten routing note, three words I had never seen: Personal.

Grant only.

Helen unfolded another paper.

It was a copy of the letter, made before Meredith sealed the original.

She offered it to me, then hesitated.

“It’s hers to share,” she said.

Meredith took the pages.