The Hidden Lines of the Family Land We Shared

not blink. “I am the executor. I have a duty to secure the buildings and clear out the old rubbish. There was nothing in there but moldy papers and rusted tools.”

“You were looking for the ledger,” I said, my voice steadying. “You wanted to find the old water records before Marcus could use them.”

“The ledger is outdated junk,” Arthur said, his voice continue reading …