It had never been her money.

It was Arthur Thorne’s money, and she had been drawing on it for eleven years before Silas was born and would draw on it for eighteen more.

And she had just told me so, flatly, in one syllable, on a gravel drive, and walked back up to the house.

Part Eleven: The Letter I Did Not Write

Here is the correction and it belongs at page eleven, not at page two hundred, and I am putting it where I am putting it because this is the exact point at which nineteen years became unnecessary.

A beneficiary of a trust has a right to information about that trust.