Logan almost set it aside.
Then he saw the figure in the lower right corner.
He read it once.
Then again.
Verified liquid securities: $803,417.29.
His breath caught.
Beneath the number was his father’s name.
Albert Higgins.
And beside it, in the section marked *account ownership*, were the words:
Sole owner.
No joint beneficiaries.
Logan stood motionless in the kitchen, one hand resting on the counter.
Upstairs, Chelsea called his name.
He didn’t answer.
He kept staring at the document, realizing that the father he had treated like a dependent guest had never been dependent on them at all.
PART 3
I kept my eyes on Jessica.
“Who is he?”
She stared at the document as if the name might change if she looked at it long enough.
“Caleb,” she said.
The name pulled something loose in my memory.
Caleb Morris had been at the farmhouse closing six years earlier.
