At 3 AM, My Daughter Texted

Eve?”

She came back holding the envelope, frowning at Donna’s law-firm seal. “It’s some legal thing? For us?”

“Open it,” I said. Mild as milk.

Daniel took it. He reads fast, real estate guy, he’s trained to read fast. He got through the first two lines and the color left his face like someone pulled a plug.

“What is this,” he said. Not a question. “What continue reading …