She had introduced him to customers who still called him “Robert’s boy” with affection in their voices.
She had showed him files, accounts, payroll systems, old mistakes, and old favors.
She had believed giving him access was the same as giving him a path.
Trust is a strange inheritance because the person receiving it can start believing it was always his to claim.
The first night after the funeral, Margaret poured coffee for everyone who remained.
The refrigerator hummed.
The dishwasher clicked through a cycle.
Someone had left a folded
