Arthur pen drawing of hidden animals decided who kept the lake cabin

out the small blue folder Raymond had given me the night before.

“He had to wait until he could get his hands on Arthur’s desk drawer,” I said, speaking slowly, letting each word carry the weight of the months we had lost.

“He thought the original deed was in the mahogany box on the shelf,” I said.

Raymond nodded, his thumb tracing the edge of the notary continue reading …