Offices of Graham T. Whitlock printed across the top in dark green ink. The thin strip of clear tape still along the flap.
I held it up so everyone could see.
“This one?” I asked.
Cullen’s face went white.
He knew it. I watched him know it. I watched him understand that I knew too.
“Mom,” he said. Much quieter now.
I opened the envelope. I slid out the deed. I let the first pages fall open so everyone could see the heading. GENERAL WARRANTY DEED RESERVING LIFE ESTATE. His
