carpenter’s handwriting. He folded it twice and handed it to me.
“For Cullen,” he managed to say. “When he marries.”
Then he went to sleep. He died the next morning.
I never opened it. I put it in an envelope and kept it in my jewelry box for fourteen years.
But in April, after my birthday, I took it out. I sat at the kitchen table and held it for a long time.
Then I called Graham Whitlock.
Graham has been our family’s attorney since 1997. He handled the closing
