Diane’s smile stayed exactly one half-second too long before it shifted. Her eyes did something rapid and recalculating. Sarah recognized it from their childhood, that micro-adjustment Diane made when a situation wasn’t going the way she’d planned. She had always been fast. She had always recovered. Sarah turned to her left and handed the folder to Uncle Paul.
Paul took it with the uncertain expression of a man expecting to confirm something he already believed. He read the first page. His face changed. He read the second. He set it down and looked at Diane across the table for a long moment before passing the folder, without comment, to the cousin beside him. It moved around the table that way.