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

“It’s Richard.”

“I know.”

He hesitated.

“My lawyer says I shouldn’t contact you directly.

I don’t want to talk about the case.”

“All right.”

“I want to know whether my father kept a picture of me in his study.

There’s one from a fishing trip.