The paper was slightly creased from the first night I’d read it.
Her handwriting leaned gently to the right.
There was a small ink mark near the bottom of the second page.
I remembered noticing it in my kitchen and thinking that she’d probably set her pen down for a moment before continuing.
Such an ordinary gesture.
Such an unbearable thing to remember.
Mr. Bennett had confirmed the letter’s origin and the circumstances in which Nana had entrusted it to him.
Judge Morrison had allowed it to be considered for its relevant, limited purpose.
The letter was not a substitute for a valid will.
It couldn’t independently establish Nana’s medical condition.
But it could help explain the intention my parents claimed had never truly existed.
I stood at the lectern.
“Your Honor, my grandmother wrote this letter to explain her decision to me. It also reflects the
