My Brother-in-Law Came to Claim My Sister’s Life Insurance — But He Didn’t Know I Had Her Last Letter

six days earlier.

Six days.

Her perfume still lingered in the hallway. Her reading glasses were still folded beside the couch. A grocery list in her handwriting was still stuck to the fridge with a magnet shaped like a sunflower.

And Caleb had already come to collect.

His eyes landed on me.

“Lena,” he said, almost kindly. “You don’t have to pretend you continue reading …