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

The point was still out.

“Sign the paper, Clara,” he said.

“Don’t throw away six years of peace over a clerical mistake.”

I looked at the pen, then at Dean’s face.

The soft, friendly look he’d worn when he brought in the egg bread was completely gone.

“No, I won’t,” I said.

“You’re making a dangerous mistake,” Dean said.

“I’m going to have Vance read this document,” I said.