The trust, the attorney was telling him, was ironclad.

It was independent and non-revocable, drawn up properly, and, crucially, it had been signed by a testator who had been formally evaluated and certified as sound of mind on the day she executed it.

There was no confused old woman to point to.

There was only a clear-eyed one who had known exactly what she was doing.

Chapter 16 — Her Private Journals

But it was the next thing the attorney said, low and urgent, that truly stopped Arthur cold.