At My Grandfather’s Will Reading My Father Said I Would Get Nothing

relatives still asked about me.

Not directly to me, of course, but in passing. Quiet questions, the kind people ask out of habit rather than concern.

“How is she doing?”

“Where is she living now?”

But those questions didn’t last.

It was easier for everyone if there were no updates. Easier if I remained something unfinished, a version of myself frozen at continue reading …