current court argument falls apart completely.”
At the time, neither Warren nor I realized exactly how many official documents Gwendolyn had signed over the years.
That afternoon, my eyes landed on the sealed envelope from the cedar box sitting on my desk.
I had been so overwhelmed by the property documents that I still hadn’t opened it.
Across the yellowed front, in my mother’s familiar handwriting, were the words:
For Paige, when the house stops feeling like home.
I carefully opened the envelope and removed three handwritten pages.
The first
