While I Was at Lunch With My Daughter My Neighbor Called and Asked Why Someone Was Loading Boxes From My House

outcomes. I thought about Tyler building fry towers and Catherine’s recipe in the pot on the stove and the quitclaim deed in a folder upstairs with a forged version of my name at the bottom.

I said I had actually been thinking quite a bit about that. About my assets. About the future.

Her eyes brightened. Derek leaned forward by a fraction.

And then I continue reading …