pressed into my palm.
Derek found me near the coat rack ten minutes later and rested a hand on my shoulder as if we were close.
“Listen, cuz the family’s got plans for the house.”
He gave me a sympathetic look.
“You should probably start packing your things from Grandpa’s room.”
Two days after the funeral, I drove to Grandpa’s house to collect them.
The deadbolt had been replaced.
New brass. Still shining.
Linda stood on the porch beside a cardboard box.
“I packed what’s yours,” she said.
She smiled
