father’s house?”
I folded my hands to keep them from trembling.
A small wooden box sat on the desk.
No will was visible.
The lawyer placed his glasses on his nose and looked from one of us to the other.
“Russell asked that I follow his instructions in order.”
Marlene gave a soft laugh.
“The serving girl gets a souvenir.”
The lawyer pushed the box toward me.
“He wanted you to receive this first.”
Inside were no keys, no money, no jewelry.
Only a folded letter and an old photograph.
