in our family for thirty years!”
“No,” a voice said behind me.
Mr. Hale stepped out of his car.
“Actually, Robert, the house belonged to Evelyn.”
Dad froze.
Mr. Hale carried a folder.
“And there is one final matter.”
My stomach tightened.
I had thought the surprises were finished.
He looked at me.
“Claire, when we reviewed Evelyn’s original estate documents, we found a sealed letter. It was only to be opened after the trust transferred.”
He handed me an envelope.
My name was written across the front in Grandma
