Dad Charged Me $250 a Month for Five Years, Then Left Me a Secret Recording Studio

He probably would’ve asked whether I’d accounted for electricity.

I smiled.

Then I added an estimate for electricity beneath the payment.

“Happy now?” I whispered.

The studio was silent.

But for once, the silence didn’t feel empty.

PART 17: The Song He Never Finished

A few evenings later, I returned home with the blue notebook from Dad’s box.