Six Years After the Lake Trip, One Blue Envelope Upended Everything Clara Believed
“It says August 12.”
Dean took two steps into the room.
“That’s just when the law office drafted the template.”
“Daniel didn’t go to the lake until August 14,” I said.
The silence in the dining room got so heavy I could hear the second hand ticking on the wall clock behind the pantry door.
“The secretary made a typo,” Dean said.
His voice had dropped three notes.
“A secretary can’t type a notary stamp,” I said.
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