At my grandfather’s funeral, grief was drowned out by bitterness. He had left each of us just one dollar, and my family’s whispers turned sharp with suspicion. They accused me—his “favorite”—of knowing more, but I stayed silent. Then a stranger approached, slipped a note into my hand, and whispered, “Don’t let anyone see this.” It read: 111 locker — Southern...
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