The Realtor Read One Name and My Stepfather Stopped Laughing

and hot asphalt mixed with the cool morning air.

Everything about that morning felt ordinary.

Until I answered the call.

“Well…”

My stepfather, Richard Lawson, sounded unusually cheerful.

“I figured you should hear it from me.”

I frowned.

“Hear what?”

“I finally got rid of your father’s old lake house.”

He laughed before continuing.

“Closed yesterday.”

“Best continue reading …