Chapter Nineteen
Norm found Willa in Jonathan’s room sorting through his things and shoving most of them into an assortment of trash bags.
“I want all of it out of this house,” she said.
“Do we throw it all out? Or do you want me to take it to the Goodwill?”
“I don’t care. I never want to see any of it again.”
He was moving to give her a hug when she shoved a shoebox under his nose. “And what’s worse? I found this in Mother’s room, tucked away in the closet inside a sack of old wrapping paper, where we missed it.”
“Stock certificates?” he hoped.
“Letters,” she said. “From him. Years and years of them. He’s not so full of it after all. He really did want to reconcile. And it looks like he sent her money.”
“Okay,” Norm said. “We can offer him some kind of deal – even if, you know, we
