“Don’t contact Daniel,” I said.
“Don’t warn him.
Don’t answer if he calls.”
Marcus nodded.
He looked older than he had five minutes ago.
“Ellen.
I am truly sorry.”
I walked to the door.
Ava followed.
I didn’t tell him it was all right.
It wasn’t all right.
But I didn’t say that either.
We got back in the car.
I sat for a moment with the envelope on my lap.
“What now?” Ava asked.
I started the engine.
“Now we go see a lawyer,” I said.
The lawyer’s name was Patricia Hale.
She had been recommended by my sister three years ago for a property matter I’d never ended up needing her for.
I had kept her card.
She saw us the same afternoon, cleared a cancellation, and listened without interrupting for forty-five minutes.
When I finished, she looked at the photograph, the note, and Marcus’s written record.
