The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

again. This time it had some shame in it. Not enough to count, but some.

Mr. Sherman turned to me.

“Tegan, Manny has enough for a civil claim. Maybe criminal, depending on the reports from Coral Springs and what the police find. Your call.”

My call.

For years, my family had treated me like the spare chair. Useful when someone needed one, invisible when continue reading …