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

Her cheeks reddened.

Richard closed the folder and set it in his briefcase.

“Clara, would you like them to stay and talk, or would you like them to leave?”

I looked at Mom and Dad and tried to imagine a conversation in which either one asked what the last week had been like for me.

I couldn’t.

“I want them to leave,” I said.

The sentence was surprisingly quiet.