Beth had fed Reuben, who was sleeping when the post arrived. A single letter addressed to Ms Elisabeth Hughes looked important. She had no idea what such an official letter might be. She was rarely addressed as Elisabeth, so was a little concerned, fearing the worst for some reason. She left it half an hour before venturing to open it.
It was from a firm of solicitors in Nottingham. It informed her that an unnamed client wished to set up a trust for her son, Master Reuben Hughes. They were not at liberty to divulge the identity of their client.