There were four things in it.

A certified copy of the transfer on death designation affidavit. The same two pages I had printed off a public terminal for two dollars five weeks earlier.

A photocopy of the bank’s signature card showing the payable-on-death designation, dated the ninth of August 2016, with the balance written on it in pencil in her own hand.

A plain white envelope with my name on it, unsealed, containing one sheet of lined paper.

And a spiral notebook, the small kind, about four inches by six, with a blue cover and about half the pages used.