My Parents Returned With a Moving Truck After Grandpa’s Funeral, But He Had Left One Final Instruction

A faint reversing alarm sounded and stopped.

Somewhere in the kitchen, the refrigerator compressor switched on.

Chloe was the first to speak.

“That’s ridiculous.

She’s twenty-two.

She doesn’t even know what a house like this is worth.”

“I know what the roof costs to repair,” I said.

“I helped get the estimates last spring.”