Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

bill from my purse, my fingers numb as I handed it over.

“Has this been sent to the estate executor yet?” I asked.

“It was mailed to the address on file last Friday,” she said, handing me the warm paper.

“That is the cottage address,” I said.

“Then your nephew should have received it by now,” she said.

I folded the paper and walked quickly continue reading …