I put my keys on the entry table, the little ring with three keys and the grocery tag.

Her eyes went to them and stayed there while the rest of her kept talking.

“You look worn out, Clara.

We just want to lift the weight off your shoulders.

A daughter shouldn’t have to carry five million dollars by herself.”

I told her I wasn’t carrying it.

It sat in a trust and mailed me paperwork.

“Then sign the management release and let Marcus take care of the accounts.