I had returned for the funeral, then gone back to complete the work I’d committed to.

Diane handled most of the estate communication.

Chloe told me there was no urgency.

Marcus said Arthur’s paperwork was “basically settled.”

Apparently, they expected me to accept that indefinitely.

Chloe was opening drawers when a white envelope slid behind the cabinet and landed face up.

I bent to retrieve it.

My hand stopped.