Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio
“Maybe he saved every dollar I paid him.”
Marcus didn’t smile.
“Open it, Daniel.”
I pulled a chair toward the table.
For a moment, I couldn’t make myself touch the box.
Then I found a kitchen knife and carefully cut through the tape.
The cardboard flaps opened.
At first, I thought Marcus had brought the wrong thing.