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

“You need to respect the process and preserve the facts.”

That became a rule I held on to when the next few weeks grew difficult.

PART 8

The difficult part was not the first letter from Richard’s attorney.

It was the way the town changed once people heard about the suitcase.

Somebody had seen us carry it into Bennett’s office.

Somebody else apparently knew about the land sale.

Soon the amount traveled through the neighborhood, growing with every retelling.