The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

changed.

Not much. Just enough.

“Close the door, Tegan.”

Marcus laughed. “Oh, come on. Now there’s a secret round two?”

“Close the door,” Mr. Sherman said again.

I did.

My mother wiped under her eye with the side of her knuckle, like mascara mattered now. My father had gone still in that way men go still when they’re trying to look reasonable but are mostly continue reading …