PART 2
She flipped through the pages fast, the way she used to flip through my report cards looking for the one bad grade.
Then she stopped.
Her thumb rested on a sheet near the back, a page I had never seen before. It wasn’t part of my trust paperwork. It had a county seal at the top and a barcode down the side.
The color left her face so quickly it was almost frightening.
“Where did you get this?” she whispered.
Daniel Whitaker, the attorney, didn’t raise his voice. I would learn later that he almost never did. “The county recorder’s office emailed it to me on Thursday afternoon.”
“Get what?” I asked.
Nobody answered me. That was familiar, too.
Aunt Carol, my mother’s younger sister, came halfway up the porch steps. Behind her, Uncle Ray stood by the truck with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets. My cousin Jenna, twenty-six, stayed near the mailbox, holding a laundry basket full of folded towels like she had no idea where to put it down.
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