“I will,” I said, standing.

“They’re here to meet me.”

Stephen stood on the porch carrying a leather briefcase.

Elise was beside him.

I’d asked them to arrive after dinner began so the family could hear Ofelia’s intentions in her own words.

They weren’t there to arrest anyone, announce verdicts, or conduct a shareholder meeting in my dining room.

They were there to represent me while documents were discussed.

When we returned, Ofelia stared.