“The letter is on top.”

I shifted Clara to my shoulder and slid the letter out with two fingers.

The paper smelled like the bank vault, cold and papery.

Lucas had folded it twice, the way he folded invoices he meant to keep.

“Read it slowly,” Samantha said.

“I’ll be right here.”

The second page underneath was stiff, with a blue seal.

I read the first line out loud.