“Your husband was a client of ours for many years,” Mr. Carver said gently. He opened a leather folder, the pages thick with legal jargon. “Certain matters were prepared in strict confidence. We’ve been instructed to wait until his passing before contacting you.” Maggie’s palms dampened.
Mr. Carver was a man of few words, offering instead more papers to sign. Maggie felt the walls close in. She pressed for answers, but he only smiled sympathetically. “All in good time,” he said. She left the office more unsettled than when she arrived, the folder tucked under her arm.