“I know that now.”
“Why didn’t you ask me?”
She gave me a sad look. “I had been asking you for months.”
There was no answer I could offer that would make the words less true.
Marcus stepped farther into the kitchen. “There’s more.”
I looked at him.
“The envelope your mother opened wasn’t the only thing in the cabinet. Clara told me she kept copies of everything because Victoria instructed her to record all correspondence from Evelyn.”
Evelyn’s eyes widened. “Copies?”
“Letters, hospital documents, and a note from an attorney. The cabinet contained a separate file labeled with Evelyn’s maiden name.”
“What did the note say?” I asked.
“Clara didn’t read it. She said your mother took the entire file.”
“Then call her.”
Marcus glanced at Evelyn.
I understood what he wasn’t saying. This was no longer only a family matter between my mother and me. Evelyn had a right to hear whatever came next.
