I Let Them Throw Me Out Before They Learned What Richard Left Me

Marcus put a hand over his mouth.

Emily looked down, and I could tell from the twitch at the corner of it that she was trying not to smile in the middle of a will reading, which is about as human as it gets.

Cynthia turned to David.

“Say something.”

He did.

But not to Len. Not to Marcus.

To me.

“I am sorry,” he said.

Simple words. Late words.

Still.

Cynthia continue reading …