He opened his folder and fixed his gaze on Jason.
“There is a section Lily insisted be read aloud at her funeral.”
Every pair of eyes locked onto him as he unfolded a single sheet of paper, creased and worn as though it had been handled countless times.
“This is a personal statement Lily attached to her will,” he explained. “Written in her own hand, three weeks before her death.”
Jason shifted uneasily. Rachel tightened her grip on his arm.