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.

The studio was no longer only a hidden project Dad had intended to hand over.

People knew where it was, what happened inside, and whom they could ask for help.

“I think he’d have liked it,” Frank added.

“Maybe,” I said.

“But I like it.

That’s enough for now.”