After My Father’s

the ground,” I said.

“Which is exactly why we should handle this now, before people start making emotional decisions.”

I looked at the papers.

Then at him.

“What is this?”

He folded his hands on Dad’s desk. My desk, technically, though I had never once thought of it that way. “It’s the cleanest option.”

“For who?”

“For everyone.”

That was the first lie.

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