I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
Bennett folded his hands.
“Richard Sterling is alive.
He and Arthur were estranged.
He’s been notified of the death and will receive the information he’s legally entitled to.”
I thought about how Arthur had changed the subject whenever his son came up.
I never pressed.
Once he’d told me, “There are relationships you can spend a lifetime trying to repair and still make worse.” I had accepted that some doors remained closed for reasons a neighbor couldn’t know.
“Will Richard challenge this?” I asked.