My Dad Started Charging Me $250 a Month for My Room When I Turned 18 — Five Years Later, After His Funeral, His Best Friend Handed Me a Box
Marcus came by with a small envelope.
Inside was a brass key with an address stamped on the tag.
He said Frank had asked him to keep it safe until I was ready to decide for myself.
He would not say what was at the address.
He asked whether I was going to go there.
I closed my fingers around the tag and watched him walk away.
PART 4 — THE LEASE, THE RECORDING, AND THE RED LIGHT