“You have got to be shittium.” Heather didn’t look up from the initial front page. “Really? How the …”

  “No dear, I am not kidding. This is Denise’s st will aament.” Tatum flipped a few pages. “She made this months before the atta Phantasmagoria.” Flipping a few more pages, Tatum stopped at the most important part. “Heather, you have the summary before you, but there are a few details that are part of the responsibility.”

  Still in plete awe, Heather looked up from the little sheet with a look of odd surprise. “I left because I wao raise Carrie without her taking trol of my child.” Heather closed the folder a down. “Tatum, it was only after seeing the terror on Wendy’s face when I showed her the picture of Derid I together, I saw she didn’t care..but I also got the sehat she didn’t know everything.” Heather sighed, “I was so angry that I performed a lobotomy, did you know that Tatum? I stuck a metal rod in Wendy’s head and scrambled her brain.” She looked down at her daughter and gleaned a bit of fort when Carrie’s little baby hand gripped Heather’s finger. “I even said she deserved her fate.”

  Feeling the sheer regret p from Heather at this moment forced Tatum to stop being an attorney and she walked to her friend and put her arms arouher from behind. “We all have dohings we aren’t proud of, Heather.” Tatum squeezed Heather tighter. “I have lretted not stopping Denise in her lust for power and trol.” Tatum stood up and walked in front of Heather, the down to py with Carrie, “Even I didn’t know Marion wasn’t real. I didn’t find out until I locked down the farm and started doing the iory.” Tatum made a few baby noises and lightly shook Carrie’s tiny hands. “If Vivienne hadn’t torn the barn apart, I wouldn’t have found the bedroom and the mannequin.”

  Lightly boung Carrie so she began ughing, Heather sat quietly for a few seds to listen to the innoce of her daughter’s py. “I wish I could just be like her for a minute.” Heather reflectively ented. “I didn’t know Marion was an illusion until just now. All I knew was that The Lov-..” Heather stopped and cleared the reverent name from her mind. “...that Denise had died, or disappeared. Decred dead.” She wiggled her finger, “By you, Miss Bckwell. How exactly do you know Denise is truly gone?”

  With a few pops from her katum stood up and stretched. “Perhaps I am getting old.” She ughed and walked to her desk. “Miss Addison, I will ahat question…off the record.” She looked at Zoe, “When you learn more, I will expin it dear.” Spotting the gleam in Zoe’s eyes, Tatum smiled and then refocused oher. “You have been decred the sole heir to the Crow farm and all of its holdings.” Tatum smiled and whistled loudly, “Whicludes one lovely yellow b named, Dusty.”

  Without much time to smile, Heather heard her fged buddy e running into the room and stop without fail right in front of Heather with a simple and lovable look in his eyes. “Dusty, my word you look better than I do. Has Tatum been taking care of you?” Intelligent beyond that of a normal dog, Heather waited for his response aively shook his head up and down. “I have missed you…oh, hey. This little one is Carrie. you be careful around her?” Watg as Dusty bowed on his front two legs a his tail wagging furiously, Heather took the show of obedience as a firmation. “Good boy, Looks like it is the three of us now.” Aing and loud bark came from Dusty as he ran arouher’s chair.

  “You know what he is, right Heather?” Tatum asked and saw the shake of her friend's head. “You have the ritual in your books at the farm, not that you will have to do much.” She peeked over at Dusty as he id down at Heather’s feet. “Such a lovely dog, it’s been so fun for the st few months.” She sat back doushed the quill and ink to Heather. “This includes the kyanite cave and copper mine above it.” Tatum turned a couple of pages. “Page seven shows the assets Denise possessed at the time of her … disappearance.”

  “You have to be kidding me.” Heather’s brown eyes fshed, “This is a metri of moatum…Why didn’t you just cim that I was unfound and take it yourself? Isn’t there a time frame where it defaults to someone else?”

  Pointing to the quill, “There are…but you didn’t get close and well, I have what I need.” She poio the page. “I have personal unlimited access to the cave, for my own prote. Denise and I go way back my dear.”

  Going over the few things left, Heather raised her eyebrows and took the quill into her hand. “This is amazing, Tatum. Thank you.” She dipped the feather into the ink and signed her name. After blowing on the ink to dry it, Heather hahe paperwork ao Zoe who signed her own name and then ha back to Tatum.

  “Just two more copies to sign.” Tatum ughed and hahe copies out for the other two women to trade. “All official.” She passed a copy to Zoe along with her car keys. “Get this up to Rid and the City Hall, I will have a friend of mine who is a notary meet you at the entrand she will escort you to the right office to have that filed. Do not stop, get there as fast as possible. I don’t want a ce that the dots get lost somewhere.” Tatum snapped her fingers. “Wait. Otle backup.” Opening a drawer tht, Tatum grabbed a tablet and swiped until she scribbled with her fihen ha to Heather. “Digital copy we send ahead.” She looked at Zoe. “Please sign, dear.” Zoe huffed and scribbled her name a fourth time and then headed out of the house.

  “Okay, Tatum. Ahe question.” Standing up with a swivel and a grunt, Heather mao get herself to her feet. “e on Dusty, show me Tatum’s favorite room, and please god let it be more fortable than that horrid chair.”

  Darting off to the opposite side of the house and through the little foyer and dining room, Dusty turned a er and disappeared from view. “See, you taught him too much about your house. Now all I have to do is follow him.” Heather ughed and passed by the small table and chairs. “Those look almost identical to what Denise had in her kit.” Heather looked away from the table set and spotted Dusty at the entrance of another doorway just wagging his tail. “A sunroom huh? Good boy.” She turo see Tatum basically on top of her. “Oh..am I going to slow?”

  “Not at all dear.” Tatum poio the kit, “Tea? I have peach fvor, I know how Denise loved to offer it.”