“The tax filings for the foundation are kept behind the land deeds,” Brenda said, tapping her glasses against the aluminum board.

Nathaniel walked around behind the desk and opened the lower cabinet door.

He reached into the dark corner of the shelf and pulled out a heavy green linen binder.

His right thumb rested on the gold letters of Caroline’s name stamped into the fabric cover.

Inside, the entries were written in Caroline’s neat hand, in dark blue ink that was still sharp against the cream pages.

Nathaniel turned to the back section, where a blue checkbook was tucked into a pocket inside the cover.