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

her eyes focusing on her spoon. “He is always busy now.”

She looked up at me, her face pale.

“Mother,” Clara said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “We need to consider the possibility that Douglas is telling the truth.”

“Arthur did not sign that paper,” I said.

“We do not know what Arthur did in his final months,” Clara said, adjusting her glasses again.continue reading …