Because if the letter confirms what we believe, the next step cannot be taken privately.”
“What next step?”
“The archive must be opened in the presence of Eleanor, the trustee, and an independent attorney.”
My thoughts returned to Judge Porter’s order.
My thoughts returned to Andrew standing outside, no longer protected by confidence or family instructions.
Next I turned toward the final page of Ruth’s email.
Perhaps she was right about Andrew.
Andrew stood in the corridor alone.
He handed me the envelope.
“Victor wrote this to my mother,” he
