Then I dug through the kitchen drawers until I found the little brass key Grandfather had given me at the hospital, and I slipped it into my coat pocket too.

My phone buzzed while I was still in the kitchen.

A text from Fiona, 6:41 in the morning: “do you keep grandpa’s trust papers at your house or at the lawyer’s office.”

I turned the phone facedown on the counter.

It went on recording me not answering.

City Hall had a coffee counter off the east lobby that sold tea in paper cups and nothing else worth drinking.

Olivia sat at the window table with a manila folder spread open in front of her.