“She passed away on Tuesday.”

Mr.

Miller stopped typing immediately and set his silver pen down on the desk.

He looked straight across the desk at me for a very long time.

“Beatrice was a truly remarkable woman,” he said softly.

“I had the privilege of notarizing several complex affidavits for her when I was just starting out at this branch.”

“Affidavits for what?” I asked.

“What’s actually in that notebook?”