noticed that Arthur’s porch light was not on. It was such a small detail, but she had paid close enough attention over the years to know immediately that something was different.
He did not answer her knock.
The door was unlocked. She stepped inside and called his name and heard nothing back.
She found him in his room, lying peacefully as though he had simply fallen asleep. He was eighty years old.
Arthur’s funeral was a small and quiet affair. Kylie received a formal invitation through his attorney, which was
