Head swimming, Dev tried to focus. “Can I see that?” Pris handed it over. “Oh my God, Pris is right. Mom owns a place in Positano, Italy.”

“Is that on the Amalfi Coast?” Bailey asked, frowning. “We don’t even know anyone from Italy. Has she ever mentioned it to one of you?”

They shook their heads. “There has to be some explanation,” Pris said. “I’ll get in touch with her lawyer and see if he knew about it.”

“And Dad, of course,” Bailey added. “Maybe it was Dad’s and he gave it to her in the divorce?”

“Doubt it. Don’t you think we would’ve taken a trip there?” Dev asked.

“I don’t know what to think,” Bailey said in a strangled voice. “It’s so weird.”

“Maybe she left us a letter?” Pris suggested.

Bailey split up the papers. “Good idea, let’s look. I only glanced through them.”

They each shuffled through their pile, but Dev found nothing addressed to them.

Pris sighed. “I don’t see any letter to us. They’re all from this R guy,” Pris said. “But we need to go through the rest of her things. Maybe the explanation for the house is somewhere else and we missed it. Did Mom keep a diary? Journal? Special folder of personal items?”

“We found those already, remember? We needed all that stuff for the funeral and death certificate,” Dev said.

Bailey waved her hand in the air. Her voice sounded highly pitched. “Guys, you need to hear this.”

She began to read.