The man adjusted his tie and looked directly at Renee. The folder in his hands carried her full name in bold letters. Daniel stepped closer, confusion spreading across his face, while Renee gripped the stair railing so tightly her knuckles turned white.

“I have official documents for Mrs. Renee Collins,” the man said. My daughter-in-law looked from the folder to the brass key partly hidden beneath my Bible. Something clicked behind her eyes. For the first time in years, uncertainty replaced confidence. Then the man opened the folder and revealed information neither of them had expected to see…