Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed

The pen strokes are all wrong,” Vance said.

Sophie pointed her index finger at the bottom column of the sheet attached to it.

“What’s that line item?”

Vance straightened his rimless reading glasses and read the entry aloud.

“It’s a ledger entry showing a second cashier’s check to Blackwood Timber,” Vance said.

“How much was that check for?” I asked.

“Twelve thousand dollars,” Vance said.

“Drawn on the same account the afternoon of August 14.”