The Dead Man Texted Me After The Will Reading

tiny pink bottle opener Renata bought me in Key West.

Manny tipped his coffee at me.

“You need a ride?”

I looked across the street at the parking garage, at the heat rising off the concrete, at the glass doors behind me where my family was still somewhere upstairs learning the price of being exactly who they were.

“No,” I said.

I pulled my keys from my continue reading …