They stayed in the storage unit until the light from the hallway dimmed and the office manager came to tell them the facility was closing. Aaron gathered what he needed — David's letter, the trust documents, Eleanor's note to Catherine, and the box of Catherine's personal correspondence — and left the rest for another day. The other boxes would wait. He had enough to start with.
They found a hotel near the waterfront, a modest room with a view of the bay and the bridge lights flickering in the distance. Aaron spread the documents across the desk and the bed, creating a map of the story he was trying to understand. The room was quiet, the city humming beyond the window, and for a while neither of them spoke.
