I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.

Apparently I was mistaken.

I read it twice.

The next entry was from the following Sunday.

Julian came back.

I was afraid he would not.

He brought the marmalade with the orange peel in it, the one Evelyn liked.

He remembered.

By the third entry, the pages blurred.