My Husband Left Me His House, and Then My Family Came for His Bedroom

“Julian needs to park his Audi inside so the frost doesn’t touch the paint.”

“The garage isn’t heated,” I said.

“Julian’s car has delicate electronics,” Martha said.

“You know how expensive German engines are to fix.”

I lifted the cardboard box by its cutout handles.

The bottom sagged with the weight of David’s files.

“I understand,” I said quietly.

“And shut the side door tight behind you,” Martha said.