A faded red circle was stamped right in the center of the crisp white paper.

Inside the bold red stamp were two words: Restricted Trust.

A small piece of heavy white stationery was folded in half and tucked tightly inside the back cover flap.

I pulled it out and smoothed it flat on the desk under the yellow light.

It was a handwritten note from Beatrice.

The date at the top was exactly three weeks before she died.

“Samantha, if you are reading this, he is already trying to take it,” the note said.