They had to be delivered in person, with the children present.
After the last guest left, the lawyer touched my elbow.
“Elena,” he said, “Russell left instructions.”
They had to be delivered in person, with the children present.
“Tomorrow morning,” he said. “My office, nine.”
Then his voice softened.
“He asked me to repeat his last instruction. Trust him.”
The funeral’s chill was still under my skin when I sat in the lawyer’s office the next morning.
