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

“The girls need to move on.

You need to move on.”

I picked up the envelope but didn’t break the seal.

“I ought to let Sophie look this over first.”

Dean leaned forward with both elbows on the table.

“Sophie is twenty-four, Clara.

She doesn’t understand how county land titles work.”

“She understands numbers just fine,” I said.