My Family Toasted

had to pull hard enough that the cabinet screeched.

Inside were hanging folders.

Insurance.

Property.

Estate.

Aged correspondence.

And one red folder with no label.

The same kind of red folder Grandpa used for urgent documents.

My throat tightened.

Rebecca looked at me. “Do you want me to open it?”

I shook my head.

I put on gloves.

Then I opened the folder.

Inside continue reading …