CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Six days later.
Lizzie stood in her father’s living room, hands on hips, uncertain how and where to begin. Figuring out the best starting point to handle his estate was proving to be more difficult than she’d imagined. She’d known that the service arrangements could get complicated, but the police chaplain had assisted every step of the way.
Now she was down to the things only she could do –informing his Visa card company, the cable company and others of his death, deciding what to do with the house, with all his clothes... It was too much to tackle at once.
As she wound her hair up into a ponytail, she relived some of his memorial service. Two days ago, she’d stood in the family room just off the main chapel with Joe and Landon on either side, waiting for the moment th
