Do not sign anything, he had written.

Do not accuse her.

Simply ask for time.

He had not told me to gather evidence — but I had been the wife of a planner for sixty-nine years, and some of his foresight had rubbed off on me, and I knew, with sudden clarity, that photographs of this folder were a thing I was going to be very glad to have.

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