During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

” “No.” “Who was it?”

Robert looked down. “An unclaimed body. Irene made sure everything looked legal with the help of a trusted medical examiner. I’m not proud of it.”

“And the death certificate? The funeral home? The service?”

Irene spoke up calmly. “It was all staged so Richard and Harrison would feel secure. But without you ever having to visually continue reading …