The Final Appraisal at the Lake House Before the Family Reckoning

dock, the guest cottage, the old garden shed.

Claire trailed behind, looking back at the house every few minutes.

Ruth stood beside me with a mug of tea.

“They are doing an inventory,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Do you want me to stop them?”

“No.”

She looked at me.

“Are you sure?”

“I want them to see everything they came for.”

The lake breeze moved across the porch screens.continue reading …