“It is notarized,” Hensley said calmly. “And it concerns Eleanor’s care.”
The judge opened it.
The room seemed to hold its breath.
“My daughter Vivien,” the judge read, “has been preparing transfer papers for my sister, Eleanor, without Eleanor’s consent. She intends to move her from my home into the cheapest facility available, then use those savings to strengthen her claim over my estate.”
“That’s a lie!” Vivien shouted. “Eleanor doesn’t even understand what’s happening.”
Hensley reached into the folder again.
“Then perhaps Ms. Vivien can explain the letters Eleanor hid inside her Bible. Written over the past six months. Dated, signed, and witnessed by two members of the household staff.”
Vivien went completely still.
Eleanor’s Bible.
Arthur had known.
