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.

Frank reached inside the box and lifted a battered envelope.

“This is for you, too.

But don’t read it until you’ve been to the place on that tag.

That’s how he wanted it.”

Underneath was a brass key with a faded address.

I recognized Pine Valley as the industrial district outside town.