Chapter 9: The Man Who Had Been Standing Beside My Father
Dad didn't speak for almost a minute.
He kept staring at Richard Coleman's signature.
Richard had been his best friend since college. They had built a successful construction company together, attended each other's weddings, celebrated birthdays, and spent holidays with both families.
He was practically an uncle to me.
He had even carried me on his shoulders at my eighth birthday party.
And now his signature was sitting besideIt contained a name.
Not Margaret.
Not Arthur.
Not Michael.
The name belonged to someone none of us had considered.
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And beneath it was a date.
The day Mom died.