Marcus sat at the head with the will squared up in front of him and read the dates, the notary, the witnesses, and the paragraph about debts and expenses.

Then he reached the bequest and slowed down.

“The entire residue of the trust, being five million dollars, I leave to my granddaughter Clara Anne.”

Evelyn kept her hands flat on the table.

Her eyes stayed on the paper in front of him.

Arthur’s thumb found his wedding ring and started turning it, slowly, like a man working a dial.

“There’s a clause after that,” Marcus said.