blocked me weeks earlier.
Arthur looked at the window.
“Did you tell him where you were?”
“No.”
A car door slammed outside.
Then someone struck the front door three times.
“Mom!” Richard shouted.
Arthur moved toward the hallway, but I caught his sleeve.
“I’ll open it.”
“Helen, Richard already tried to buy that letter.”
“He is still my son.”
Richard pushed past me the moment the door opened.
His shirt was creased from the flight, and his eyes went directly to the yellow envelope.
“Give me that.”
“No.”
“Mom, you have no idea what Arthur is doing.”
Arthur stayed beside the fireplace.
“Tell her about your offer.”
Richard gave a short laugh.
“I offered to pay you for returning private family papers.”
“You said you would burn them once I handed them over.”
“That’s a lie.”
Arthur took out his phone.
Richard stepped toward him.
“You recorded me?”
“I record
