I Turned My Phone Face Down While My Whole Family Fell Apart

before you’re mobile.”

“I know.”

“I called Jean.”

I blinked. “Jean Kowalski?”

“The one who handled your estate stuff after Greg passed.”

Jean had been Greg’s aunt by marriage, though “aunt” never really covered her. She was sixty-two, ran a bookkeeping business out of a split-level in Naperville, and had fed half the mourners after the funeral because she continue reading …