Chapter 15 — Tuesday Afternoon

They came home on Tuesday afternoon, exactly as promised.

I had prepared the room for them.

Raymond’s urn stood in the center of the living room table.

Beside it I had placed his signet ring, a few old photographs of him, and the sealed bottle of altered medicine, which by then had been formally documented by local law enforcement.

Patricia sat with me, and so did the notary who had witnessed Raymond’s final documents.