The man smiled. “My name is Johnathan King. I’m Mr. Grantham’s attorney. May I speak with Tasha?”

Her mother’s eyes went wide. “What? Why?”

Tasha stepped forward cautiously. “It’s okay, Mama. I know who he’s talking about.”

The lawyer knelt down, face kind. “He asked me to deliver this.”

He handed Tasha an envelope.

Inside was a handwritten note.