His face changed.
“What?”
He handed it to me.
Robert,
If Samuel ever discovers the account, give Daniel the key. Not before.
He deserves to decide what happens next.
Below that was an address.
A private bank in Chicago.
Daniel stared at the key.
“I thought Harold knew everything.”
“Apparently not.”
We heard a car outside.
Daniel moved to the window.
His face hardened.
“Samuel.”
The front door opened before we could reach it.
Samuel entered.
No gray coat this time.
No imitation of Robert.
He wore jeans and a black sweater.
Without the coat, without the careful posture, he looked less like my husband.
Older.
Tired.
Human.
His gaze immediately fell on the key.
“So she did leave it.”
Daniel closed his fist around it.
“What does it open?”
Samuel laughed.
“You still don’t know?”
“No.”
Samuel leaned against the doorframe.
“Your mother had one final account.”
Daniel’s expression
