I never gave it to your mother.”

My name was written across the front in the precise block lettering of Arthur Miller, my late father’s longtime accountant.

I had been told Arthur died of a heart attack shortly after my father.

Yet the enclosed note bore a date months after his supposed death.

Arthur’s message concerned a second set of ledgers my father had ordered preserved during an internal review of our charitable foundations.

According to Arthur, executives had disguised unauthorized transfers as legitimate community grants.