grief making people clumsy.
It was a cut.
A clean one.
A release, whether Daniel knew it or not.
Margaret reached into the deepest pocket of her purse.
Her fingers found the envelope by touch.
Thick paper.
Sharp corner.
Sealed flap.
Robert’s handwriting across the front.
For Margaret Only, Unless Needed.
The envelope had been signed at 2:13 p.m. on February 8.
Mary Caldwell had witnessed it.
The notary stamp had been pressed in blue ink.
There were three items inside that Daniel had never known existed because
