When it arrived, the envelope contained copies of correspondence Eleanor had drafted but never mailed.

In one she acknowledged that keeping the trust secret might hurt me.

She wrote that she feared Grant would pressure me to transfer the asset, and that she had chosen imperfect protection over a risk she couldn’t bear.

I was angry.

I wished she had trusted me with the truth.

I was also grateful she had refused to give Grant control.

Both feelings could exist together.