“This is absurd,” he said.

“I’ll sue.

I’ll contest the trust.

That is my family’s money, and I am not going to let some delivery driver walk out of here with it because a confused old woman signed a piece of paper.”

That word, confused, was the one that gave him away, and I think the director heard it too.

He needed his mother to have been confused, because if she had been clear, then everything she had done had been a deliberate judgment on him, a considered verdict delivered from the last sound weeks of her life, and that was a thing Arthur Vance could not afford to believe.

So he reached for confused the way a falling man reaches for a railing.