Uncle Robert Insisted Grandma Was Confused, Until Four Sheets of Paper Changed Everything in Greenville

“Seven.”

At seven I sat in my rental car in the motel lot off Highway 29 with the engine off and my phone on the console.

Edward’s voice came over the speaker, paper rustling close to the phone.

“The first line is in her handwriting,” he said. “‘I am of sound mind, and I know exactly what I am doing.’ Then the date.”

“Keep going.”