That somehow made the room feel smaller.
She looked at Derek.
“You told him?”
“Most of it.”
“Most?”
“There’s one more thing.”
Derek turned to Dad.
“I found out what Granddad meant.”
Dad’s face changed.
“What?”
“The trust.”
“No. Not the trust.”
Derek walked toward the old sideboard.
He opened a small drawer and removed an envelope.
It was yellow with age.
Dad stared at it before Derek even crossed the room.
“Where did you find that?”
“Inside one of Granddad’s old cabinets.”
Dad took it carefully.
His name was written across the front.
MANUEL — WHEN THE BOYS ARE OLD ENOUGH TO UNDERSTAND.
Dad’s hands trembled.
“I never knew this existed.”
Inez, standing near the doorway, said nothing.
Mom moved beside Dad.
He opened the envelope.
Inside were three pages.
The first was another letter from my grandfather.
The second was a hand-drawn map.
And the third contained a list of names.
