"The title to the Mercedes. Your marriage certificate. Fred's original Social Security card. Your birth certificate. His birth certificate. A stock certificate for the Mid-Southern Oil and Gas Company." I took out the next two documents, scanned them, and cleared my throat, "A birth certificate for Jessica Abigail Spears. A death certificate for her." I stared down at the paper. Marilee and Fred had had a daughter who'd died at four months old.
