The drive back took most of the day. They stopped once for gas and coffee, once for lunch at a diner that looked like every other diner on the highway, and once just to stand at the edge of a field and stretch their legs. The box sat on the back seat, the key and the letter inside it, Catherine's words pressing against Aaron's thoughts like a hand on his shoulder.
He thought about the third person. The one Catherine had mentioned in her letter — someone else who had helped plan the fortune. Someone who, along with David and Catherine, had set this in motion decades ago. He ran through the possibilities as the highway unfolded in front of him: a family friend, a lawyer, someone from Elena's world. But every name he came up with felt like a guess, and guesses were not the same as answers.
