you on purpose,” Helen said. “Not by mistake.”
Helen explained that because Rosie had left behind a safety deposit box and a written bequest, the nursing home’s legal executor would be required to notify Tim as her next of kin. I didn’t think much of it at the time.
Word travelled faster than I expected. Four days later, Tim was banging on my apartment door.
“Open up, Jeremy. I know you’re in there.”
I opened it. He pushed past me, eyes wild, jacket half-buttoned.
“Where is the key?”
“It’s not
