” he said.
One word, sharp and clean, slicing through the room.
“There is one more item.”
My father’s triumphant expression faltered.
Mr. Brennan lifted a thick manila envelope. It was sealed with red wax, and pressed into the wax was the impression of Grandpa James’s signet ring. The sight of it sent a strange chill down my arms, as if some part of me continue reading …
