My Daughter’s Tenth Birthday Ended with Cake on Her Dress—Then a Recording Led Us to the Trust Her Father Hid
“Are we staying here?”
“For tonight.”
“Will Aunt Rebecca be here in the morning?”
“I will,” my sister said.
Emily nodded.
“Okay.”
I put the hospital envelope beneath a heavy cookbook so its loose pages wouldn’t spread across the counter.
I had no better system yet.