My Parents Left Me A Run Down Warehouse While My Brother Took The Penthouse

dock. Some rusted shelving units along the east wall. A battered metal desk in the far corner that had belonged to whoever last used the space as an actual office.

What I had not done, during that first visit, was look at the west wall.

I suppose I hadn’t looked carefully at anything, that day. I’d been in the middle of grief and paperwork and the creeping continue reading …