Boston Mother Cancels Twenty Two Million Dollar Wedding Gift After Morning Betrayal
“I have no idea who wrote that,” she added, pushing the paper slightly away.
“It looks like a very common style of penmanship,” she added.
“The letter forms are quite generic,” Victoria said.
“It is a very common way to write,” she added.
I reached into my small evening bag and withdrew a second piece of paper, placing it next to the first.
It was the handwritten thank-you card Victoria had sent me three weeks ago, written in the same distinctive blue ink with the same exaggerated loops on the capital letters.
“The ink is an identical match, down to the brand of the gel pen,” I said.
“And the slant of the letter T is quite specific,” I added, pointing to the words on both pages.
“Notice the way the crossbar on the T rises to the right,” I said.
“It is a very specific flourish, Victoria,” I added.
Michael leaned over, his eyes wide as he looked at the two pieces of paper on the table.
“What is this, Mom?” Michael asked, his voice trembling slightly.
“Why are you comparing these notes?” Michael asked.
