she entered slowly.
Nobody raised their voice.
That somehow made the room feel smaller.
She looked at Derek.
“You told him?”
“Most of it.”
“Most?”
“There’s one more thing.”
Derek turned to Dad.
“I found out what Granddad meant.”
Dad’s face changed.
“What?”
“The trust.”
“No. Not the trust.”
Derek walked toward the old sideboard.
He opened a small drawer and removed an envelope.
It was yellow with age.
Dad stared at it before Derek even crossed the room.
“Where did you find that?”
“Inside one of Granddad’s old cabinets.”
