Before Caleb could leave, a gray-haired attorney approached with an old briefcase made of worn leather and dull metal clasps.
“Are you Caleb Morgan?”
“Yes.”
“I’m Attorney Whitaker. Mr. Henry left very clear notarized instructions. This is for you. Only for you.”
Caleb took the briefcase. It was heavier than he expected.
Evan saw it, and his face changed.
“What is that?”
“An item excluded from the estate,” the lawyer replied.
“That belongs to the family.”
“Your uncle decided otherwise years ago.”
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