When my father died, the will reading was over in minutes. He’d left me nothing not even a note. I told myself I wasn’t surprised. Dad had always lived simply: instant coffee, patched jeans, and a frayed denim jacket by the door.
When my father died, the will reading was over in minutes. He’d left me nothing not even a note. I told myself I wasn’t surprised. Dad had always lived simply: instant coffee, patched jeans, and a frayed denim jacket by the door.