a bright red suit, while every other man wore black. I was mortified. “Dad would’ve hated this.” Eric said quietly, “No. He wouldn’t.”
Afterward, Dad’s attorney Mr. Lawson saw the jacket and went pale. “Where did you get that suit?” Eric had found it in a hidden closet behind a bookcase in Dad’s study, three suits in garment bags — two black, one red, the red one pinned with a note bearing Eric’s name.
Mr. Lawson felt something crackle in the lining. He cut the hand-stitched thread and pulled out a
