Gene pulled a thick red marker out of his shirt pocket and capped it with a loud snap.

“The movers take every disposal box straight to the incinerator at the county transfer station.”

“Without anybody reading them?”

“I’m the designated executor of the estate, Mara.” He stepped between me and the locked closet door, his broad shoulders filling the hallway.

“I decide what gets kept and what gets destroyed.”

I turned my silver wedding band around my thumb, feeling the faint ridge of the metal against my skin.

“I’m going over to Miller Hardware to get Frank’s old framed store photo.”