The signature looked convincing.
But Daniel pointed to the line beneath it.
“My middle initial is M.”
The document read Daniel J. Granger.
Elena leaned closer.
“I never noticed.”
“My father’s middle name was James.”
Silas looked between them.
“So Grandpa wrote Dad’s name?”
“We don’t know,” Daniel said.
Elena removed another page.
“This was attached.”
It was a short handwritten note.
Daniel has chosen stability. Please respect his decision.
The handwriting was blocky and careful.
Evelyn, waiting beyond the glass wall, saw the page through the doorway.
She stood.
“May I come in?”
Silas nodded.
She entered and stared at the note.
“That was Walter’s writing.”
Daniel leaned back.
“You’re certain?”
“Yes.”
Her hand moved toward the paper, then stopped before touching it.
“He wrote labels like that. Each letter separate from the next.”
Elena looked at her.
“Did you know?”
“No.”
“Did you see me that day?”
