A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

cardboard boxes and packing tape. She was sitting on the floor of her living room, sorting through a stack of old paperback books.

I sat on the edge of a packing box that was already sealed and labeled.

“How did Harvey know about the forensic accountant?” I asked, looking at the books in her lap.

Clara tucked her hair behind her left ear. Her hand was continue reading …