A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

Bennett,” I said. “Look at the ink.”

Bennett reached into his desk drawer and brought out a small black magnifying glass with a silver rim.

He leaned over the table, his breath making a tiny circle of fog on the glass as he studied the blue ink.

“Richard did not write this,” Bennett said.

“How can you be sure?” I asked.

“The ink is a continue reading …