#LENA The attorney's name is Grace Okafor and she meets us in the lobby of her office building at seven forty two wearing a coat over what is clearly a very early morning and carrying a coffee that suggests she has been awake since Elena called. She looks at me. She looks at Landon. She looks at the folder. "Come in," she says. Her office is small and very organized. She puts on reading glasses and she reads every page of Elena's file without rushing. Landon sits beside me and neither of us speaks. I watch Grace Okafor's face as she reads. She does not react dramatically. She turns pages. She makes small notations on a pad. When she finishes she takes off her glasses. "This is thorough," she says to Elena. "Twelve years," Elena says. Grace looks at the trust document. At the blank line. At the restructuring clause. "You want this filled in and notarized this morning." "Before eight thirty," I say. "His father makes a call to the clinic at business hours." "You know that." "
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