When you have decided there is a hidden thing, every object in the house is about you.

My grandmother did not leave me a trail.

She left me two public documents, one note to a bank, and a pencil line in a passbook, and then she stitched some dates on napkins because she liked a date.

Everything else was a shed key.

Part Forty-Six: Tyler

My brother spun his car keys at our grandmother’s graveside and said burgers, and I did not forgive him for it for six months, and he had not done anything.

Tyler was twenty-six.