After My Father’s

I reached forward, peeled the tape away slowly, and dropped the nameplate into the trash can beside the door.

The sound was small.

The silence afterward was not.

Miles’s smile tightened. “That was unnecessary.”

“No,” I said. “That was mild.”

Daniel cleared his throat. “Carrie, emotions are high. Maybe we should all sit down.”

I turned to him.

He had the nerve continue reading …