I pressed the intercom button and kept my voice steady. “Rachel, Daniel, Emily, I am not angry anymore. But I will not be discussed like a house on the market.” Daniel scoffed and told the guard this was his mother’s home and he had every right to be inside. The guard did not move. Rachel’s husband quietly walked back to his car, unable to meet the camera.

Then I opened the gate, only wide enough for them to hear the truth. “Come to the sunroom,” I said. “Mr. Hale is waiting, and he has something to read.” Emily’s face went pale. Rachel whispered, “Mom, you called a lawyer?” I did not answer. Through the glass, I saw Gordon lift a thick folder from the table, and beside it sat three small envelopes, each with a name.