An unknown number. It’s Fergus.

I need to know what else she lied about. I looked down at the manila envelope in my lap.

Inside, in my father’s hand, was a single instruction: Check the blue trunk in the vault at the downtown deposit facility.

That is where she put what she never wanted anyone to see.

Chapter 10 — The Blue Trunk

I didn’t sleep.

I sat by the window of my Boston apartment with the envelope in my lap while the city hummed.