“My father wrote that after our wedding.”
Part 5 – The Choice at the Door
“My father wrote that after our wedding,” Alexander repeated, his eyes fixed on the ledger.
The words seemed to settle over the kitchen, joining the quiet weight of my mother’s handwriting and the old account entries.
Daniel leaned closer to the page without touching it.
“The date is clear,” he said. “But we still don’t know what your father meant by ‘comes to the family.’”
Alexander shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
I studied the line again.
If Claire ever comes to the family, make sure she understands that this is hers to accept or refuse.
“Did he think I would need the money?” I asked.
“I can’t say.”
“Did he think we would tell me about it?”
“I don’t know.”
His uncertainty sounded genuine, but it could not answer the question beneath my question.
