“That’s the draft I found at her desk.”

Clare pulled a folder from her bag and opened it to a page in Grandma’s own handwriting, a church calendar written in pencil.

“On April eleventh your grandmother was in Columbia with the Methodist group.

She wrote down the bus time and the lunch she packed.

She didn’t sign a thing that day.”

“Then who signed it?”

“That would be on page four.” Clare shut the folder.

“Diana.