Robert had known his son well enough to leave him out of the room when it mattered.
The amended trust letter.
The emergency account card.
The deed transfer Daniel thought was still waiting to be claimed.
Margaret held the envelope against her chest for one breath.
Then another.
The wind lifted dust around her shoes and carried it across the road in a thin, pale sheet.
At the far end of the road, headlights appeared.
Margaret did not move.
The car was black.
It slowed long before it reached her,
