“Dad updated his will,” he said.
Inside was a deed.
To our lake cabin.
“He put it in your name,” Alex said.
Attached was a yellow sticky note.
“Keep the porch light on, my love.
In case the kids come back.
And in case you want to watch the water again.
I’ll be there.
Just not where you can see.”
I read it again and again.
Outside, the wind picked up. A leaf clung to the window, as if refusing to let go.
