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

“You don’t have to keep proving you paid him.”

“I know.”

“Then why keep that one?”

I turned the paper over.

The back was blank, which was more than I could say for the years I had spent trying to get an answer from my father.

“Because I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen.”

Marcus nodded once.

He did not tell me that was wise or that Frank would have liked it.