Clara found a forged receipt for forty thousand dollars

said, tapping her glasses against her cheek again. “And this is not Martha’s handwriting.”

I felt a chill that had nothing to do with the draft from the window. I reached up and adjusted the silver hairpin at the side of my head, pushing it deeper into my hair to keep the strands in place.

“If she did not sign them, Evelyn, then the forty thousand dollars continue reading …