the photograph on my phone.
The same blank line appeared.
Daniel leaned closer to the screen.
“Then I was wrong.”
“Probably.”
He sat back.
“She said it was for family arrangements.”
“Yes.”
“She did not say whose arrangement.”
“No.”
He looked at the blue folder again.
“Elena, I should have stopped this earlier.”
I gathered the pages into exact stacks, first by page number, then by the order they had been placed in the folder.
“Do not fight with her tonight.”
“Why not?”
“Because I want the papers exactly as she gave them to you.”
He nodded.
I slid the blue folder into the locked drawer of my home office.
Daniel watched the drawer close, then his phone lit up with Vivian’s name.
The drawer clicked shut, and Daniel’s voice came from the office before I had taken three steps toward the stairs.
“Do you have Karen’s number?”
I stopped
