The Reading of the Will
The Name on the Deed

The Folder

Naomi didn't ask Foster to explain further that night — he wouldn't, or couldn't, say more, only that "there are things in his old storage unit you should see before you decide how angry to be." She spent two days working up the nerve to go alone, and in the end Callum drove her, silent and grim, the spare key from Gregory's ring cold in her palm.

The storage unit smelled like cardboard and machine oil. Most of it was ordinary — old business records, a box of Callum's childhood drawings Gregory had apparently kept without ever mentioning it. But in the back, behind a stack of tax files, was a plain gray filing box labeled only *S.Q.*

Inside were school report cards that weren't Callum's. A handful of photographs spanning years — Sable at six, at eleven, at fifteen, always slightly too thin, always in the same three or four outfits. A folder of medical paperwork from a pediatric clinic two towns over, the kind of documents Naomi recognized only because she'd once sat on a school board committee and been trained to recognize the pattern: missed appointments logged, a caseworker's business card paper-clipped to the front, a note in a stranger's handwriting reading *recommend continued monitoring, home environment of concern.*

Naomi's hands went cold reading it. Whatever had happened in that house when Sable was small, Gregory had known about it — had been quietly, secretly circling it for years, writing checks, making calls, showing up for birthdays under a false explanation just to have eyes on a child he couldn't publicly claim.

At the very bottom of the box was a single folded note in Gregory's handwriting, more recent than anything else in the box, the ink still dark.

*If anything happens to me, the house is her way out. Don't let Lorraine anywhere near it.*

Callum, reading over her shoulder, said the thing Naomi hadn't let herself say yet. "Mom. Who's Lorraine to Sable now?"

Naomi didn't have to wonder long. Two days later, Lorraine Pike was standing on her porch.

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