Evelyn looked mortified.
“I believe I owe you an apology.”
My confusion sharpened.
“You left the envelope?”
“My assistant did.”
“Why?”
Evelyn sat down.
“Because I asked her to send you copies of materials relating to Daniel’s community design work.”
I blinked.
“You knew me?”
“I knew who you were after the Saturday workshop.”
She gave Adrian a pointed look.
“He mentioned that Daniel’s daughter had attended.”
Adrian looked mildly uncomfortable.
Evelyn continued.
“I remembered the archived materials and thought you might appreciate them. I selected photographs, campaign drafts, and correspondence.”
“Including the personal letter?”
“No.”
Her expression tightened.
“My assistant misunderstood which folder I meant. She copied the entire digital file.”
I stared at her.
“So there is no mystery sender.”
“No.”
“No secret reason I was supposed to read it.”
“No. Just an administrative mistake.”
I let out a breath that was almost a laugh.
Of course.
