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

I went back inside and found Elise in the hallway.

She had heard enough to understand.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“No.” I sank onto the bottom stair.

“He thinks I stole his father.”

Elise sat next to me.

“You can’t undo what happened between them.”

“But maybe accepting this makes it worse.”