Margaret.
He stared at it.
Emily nodded.
“Answer.”
Mark put the call on speaker.
“Mom?”
“Mark, Claire told me you found your father’s letter.”
Mark looked at Emily.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“How did it get into my things?”
“I put it there.”
Mark leaned back.
“When?”
“About a year after he died.”
“Why didn’t you give it to me?”
“I tried.”
Margaret’s voice was steady.
“You told me you didn’t want another message from a dead man telling you how to live.”
Mark closed his eyes.
“I said that?”
“You did.”
Emily watched his face.
Margaret continued.
“So I placed it with the papers you kept from your father. I thought eventually you would find it.”
“In the blue folder?”
“No. It was with the insurance documents.”
Mark frowned.
Emily remembered.
“I moved those documents.”
He looked at her.
“When I was searching for the life insurance policy last month, I put everything into the blue folder because it was already on the desk.”
