After My Father’s

to look tired.

“Daniel, did you cry at my father’s funeral because you missed him or because you were worried the plan would fall apart?”

Color drained from his face.

Alan Pritchard shifted uncomfortably.

The woman from Chicago watched with interest.

Miles stepped closer. “Don’t embarrass yourself.”

I opened Dad’s office door.

“Inside,” I said.

Miles blinked.continue reading …