deposit box remained on my desk, its contents reviewed multiple times as I considered various approaches.
“I’m going to send Amber the information,” I said. “Not everything—not Dad’s personal letter to me, or the financial documentation about the trust—but the evidence about David’s crimes and his new identity in Arizona, including the existence of her half-siblings.”
“She deserves to know that part of her history.”
“And how will you deliver this information?” Helen asked. “Given that you’ve had no contact since the wedding day.”
A direct meeting seemed inadvisable—too charged
