He found the folder on a Saturday.

He told me the following Thursday at 2:13 in the morning.

In between he did the following, and I only know because he eventually told a psychologist and the psychologist eventually helped him tell me.

He read everything twice.

He went and sat in a library carrel and searched the phrases in his father’s history to find out what they meant, which means that a fourteen-year-old boy spent an evening establishing what a benzodiazepine is and what a contestability period is and what happens to a life insurance payout when the insured dies within two years.

He decided, on the Monday, that he had got it wrong.