Gregory stared at the dented metal lid.

He recognized it from his mother’s old bedroom.

“You broke into my house to steal that,” Gregory said.

“Samantha retrieved documents that rightfully belonged to her,” Arthur said.

“You should be very careful about accusing anyone of theft today.”

Arthur opened the rusted tin.

He skipped past the handwritten notes and pulled out a yellowed court order from twenty-seven years ago.

“This is a certified copy of the original trust formation,” Arthur said.