“Yes,” said Mr. Fisk.
“Mom has been living on her pension and Social Security,” Thomas said, “and paying eight thousand dollars a year in property taxes, and I’ve been telling her for three years she has to sell the house. And this was here the whole time.”
Mr. Fisk looked embarrassed.
“I’m very sorry,” he said. “We tried to reach Mrs. Whitmore. Many times. Mr. Whitmore’s instructions said all trust correspondence was to go to a specific mailing address until his death, and after his death, to his wife at that same address. It was a post office box. Box 1147.”
The secret mailbox. The one Evelyn’s letters came to.
“After he died, the box was closed for nonpayment,” Mr. Fisk said. “Our letters started coming back. We sent letters to your home address too, starting in 2015. Several. They were returned.”
I frowned. “I never got any letters from you.”
