The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

put my regular phone back in my bag and lifted the blue envelope.

There was one more thing inside.

A photograph.

Grandpa and me outside the first duplex he ever bought in Pompano, 1998. I was seven, missing both front teeth, holding a paint roller twice the size of my arm. Grandpa had one hand on my shoulder and the other wrapped around a Styrofoam coffee continue reading …