The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

your father’s name on it.

My eyes moved before I wanted them to.

My father looked away.

Just like that.

Not down. Away.

My mother turned to him.

“Don?”

He rubbed his mouth. “It wasn’t filed.”

That was his defense.

Not I didn’t do it.

Not that’s insane.

It wasn’t filed.

I felt something inside me go flat and cold. Like a stove turned off.

Marcus pointed at me. “This continue reading …