I frowned.
“A box?”
“Yes.”
“What’s inside?”
A pause.
Long enough to matter.
“I haven’t opened it.”
That surprised me.
“Why not?”
“Because Walter specifically ordered it remain sealed until Bo chose where he wanted to stay.”
The man barked a laugh.
“That’s insane.”
But nobody else laughed.
Because Walter sounded exactly like the man from the photograph.
A man who understood that some promises aren’t made to people.
They’re made to the creatures who love them without conditions.
The lawyer continued.
“There is one more thing.”
My stomach tightened.
“The box contains a handwritten note marked with your name.”
“My name?”
“Yes.”
“Walter didn’t know me.”
