My Father Tossed a Blue Savings Passbook into the Mud at Cedar Ridge
He tried to steal your mother’s legacy.”
I pulled my hands back from the desk.
I looked at the rusted butter cookie tin, full of Beatrice’s meticulous notes.
“What do we do now?” I asked.
“How do we stop him?”
“We don’t just stop him,” Arthur said.
“We secure the funds.
The probate filing deadline is in exactly eighteen days.
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