Elena called Corinne that same evening, and by the following afternoon found herself seated across a cramped conference table in a modest downtown office, the accord spread between them alongside a legal pad already dense with Corinne's careful shorthand notes. The office smelled faintly of coffee and old paper, a far cry from the polished, intimidating spaces she associated with Adrian's family, and something about its plainness put her slightly more at ease than she expected.
"Walk me through how you obtained this copy," Corinne said, adjusting her glasses as she turned another page.
"My mother emailed it to me. The full document, she said. After the story broke publicly."
"And before that, you only had a fragment. One page."
"That's right. I found it years ago, in my father's things
