The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

forget me. He was the only one who didn’t.”

I stood up.

I straightened my jacket.

I picked up my folder – the thin one, the one that had been sitting in front of Mr. Sherman the entire time, the one that held three years of property management reports I had quietly been running on Grandpa’s behalf since the trust was signed.

Every roof Marcus wanted to continue reading …