The box arrives three weeks after we return from Greece.
No return address. Just my name in careful script and a postmark from upstate New York. Heavy. The size of a microwave.
"Should I call Jordan?" Liam eyes it suspiciously. "After Richard and Chen, I don't trust mysterious packages."
"It's from a law firm." I point to the label I noticed. "Henderson and Associates. That was Victoria's estate attorney."
We open it carefully anyway. Inside are photo albums. Dozens of them. And a letter on law firm letterhead.
Ms. Carter,
Per Victoria Brooks's instructions, these items were to be delivered to you six months after her death. She was quite specific about the timing. Inside you'll find photographs and personal effects belonging to your father, James Carter. Items Victoria kept after hi
