After My Father’s

your sister.”

Samuel’s expression shifted.

“Your father said that?”

“Yes.”

Nora looked at me but did not interrupt.

Samuel’s attorney leaned slightly forward.

I took the letter from my bag. Not the original. A copy.

I slid it across the table.

Samuel did not touch it at first.

Then he picked it up.

His eyes moved slowly.

When he finished, he folded it once and continue reading …