National that hasn’t been accessed in over fifteen years.”
“My father’s bank,” I murmured, memories surfacing of accompanying him on Saturday morning errands—waiting patiently in the lobby while he disappeared into the vault area.
“I had no idea he maintained a safety deposit box.”
“Nor did I, despite handling his estate,” Jonathan acknowledged. “It wasn’t mentioned in any of his papers.”
“The new owners very honorably turned the key and documentation over to me, as the attorney of record for the property sale.”
“That was decent of them,” I said.
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