When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

stood up slowly, feeling everyone of my 62 years. I need to make a phone call. Dad, Marcus said, anxiety creeping into his voice.

You don’t need to call anyone. We can handle everything. I’m calling my lawyer.

That’s not necessary, Sophia said quickly. We’re all family here. We can work this out together.

I walked to the kitchen and dialed Harold Brennan’s continue reading …