The Groundskeeper Handed Me My Father’s Secret Instead of His Grave

safe to stay?”

I almost said yes out of habit.

I had my car, eighty-six dollars, and a duffel bag with prison-release clothes in it.

“No.”

She wrote an address on a napkin. “My brother owns a little hunting cabin outside Dover. Nobody’s there this time of year. You can use it for a few nights.”

I looked at her. “Why are you doing this?”

Her face tightened.continue reading …