I was buttoning up my coat to go to my husband’s funeral when my grandson burst into the garage, pale as a ghost. “Grandma, don’t start the car! Please don’t!”

“Who went into the garage? Who has keys?”

The list was short: her two children, Anna and David; her daughter-in-law, Laura; and Lucas himself. No one else.

His stomach churned.

Lucas looked at the floor.

“I heard something else last night,” he murmured. “Mom and Uncle David were arguing in the kitchen. They didn’t know I was on the stairs. I heard them saying that… that when you signed the papers today, everything would be easier.”