“This is it?” Janey reached into the safety deposit box and picked up a slim manilla folder the color of the ocean. She looked at the gentleman who’d escorted them into the vault, her eyebrows raised.
“Whatever is in your box, ma’am.” He looked from her to Tessa. “Would you like to keep the box open? Or would you like to close it?”
Tessa looked at Janey, and her choice was obvious. “We’ll close it,” Tessa said, reaching into her pocket to extract her key. This box had required two keys—she and Janey had each gotten one in their envelopes from the lawyer.
Tessa’s stomach writhed, and she knew it wasn’t because she hadn’t eaten enough that day. She hadn’t had enough time to thoroughly go through everything in her envelopes—both of them—before Janey had texted to say she was ready to go.
