“An attorney?”
“Yes. Her name is Priya Desai.”
Legal help.
Dad’s words from the backyard came back immediately.
Certified copies.
Adoption files.
Proof.
An attorney was now waiting at the hospital while my father was undergoing emergency surgery.
Whatever Dad had been doing, it had not been a vague idea.
He had already put something in motion.
I grabbed my keys from the counter.
I was heading for the door when the woman stopped me.
“Mr. Mercer, there’s one more thing.”
My hand stayed around the keys.
“What?”
“Your father left very specific instructions. He said you must not discuss the contents of the envelope with your wife until after you’ve spoken privately with Ms. Desai.”
I remember standing completely still after that.
Not because I understood what was happening.
