My Son Said I’d Be Taking The Bus—Until I Opened The Glovebox

through me. “So the contents are still there?”

“As far as I know. Look, I’m sorry for your loss. You can come by tonight. I’m home after six.”

“Thank you,” I whispered. “Thank you so much.”

I called Margaret. “He hasn’t touched it.”

“Good. I’m coming with you. If what Rob left is what I think it is, you’re going to need a witness. And possibly a lawyer.continue reading …