A Little Girl Selling Roses Told Me Her Mother Had The Same Ring As Mine And Asked If Mine Said Rosewood Inside Too

My name is Adele Rosewood and I have spent twenty-six years finding heirs. It is an unglamorous corner of estate law and I am good at it: dormant accounts, uncashed policies, safe deposit boxes drilled open by banks and shipped to the state, and somewhere out there a person who has no idea that anything is owed to them. On a Tuesday in March a seven-year-old girl asked me a question in the lobby of the Hyatt on East Wacker, and four months later I understood that the only heir I had never gone looking for was the one standing in front of me. This is all of it, chapter by chapter, from a basket of roses to a claim form worth three hundred and forty dollars.