The answer began to reveal itself at the cemetery.
After the burial, our father’s longtime attorney, Mr. Lawson, came over to speak with us.
He had handled Dad’s legal affairs for almost thirty years.
Mr. Lawson was the kind of man who rarely showed surprise.
But the moment he saw Eric, he stopped walking.
His eyes went straight to the red jacket.
“Where did you get that suit?”
Eric frowned.
“Why?”
“Please. Just tell me where you found it.”
Eric hesitated.
“It was in Dad’s closet.”
I immediately shook my head.
My brother arrived at our father’s funeral wearing a bright red suit, and I was immediately upset. Every other man in the chapel wore black, charcoal, or dark gray. Then Eric walked in.
