I Paid My Father $250 in Rent Every Month for Five Years. After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Key and a Box.

It was unfinished, just a verse and guitar figure.

I didn’t know whether he’d intended it for me.

I listened, then closed the file.

For once, I didn’t feel compelled to search every artifact for a hidden message.

I could let some things remain simply music.

PART 13