“Then why didn’t Claire’s child get it?”
It was Claire, my daughter-in-law.
“Dad wouldn’t give it up. He cut Claire off nine years ago.”
This whole story seemed unreal to me.
“And Meredith?”
“She took it from his nightstand two days ago. She was bringing it to you.”
“She stole it.”
“Yes.”
“Why not ask him?”
“He cut Claire off nine years ago.”
“He’d never agree. He won’t even say Claire’s name.”
“And she lost it in a candy aisle.”
“She can explain that.”
“How did you find us?”
“We’d been trying to find Claire for years. Three months ago, an investigator found a guardianship record naming you and Ellie. That’s when we learned she’d died.”
This whole story seemed unreal to me.
“You didn’t know your sister was dead?”
