My stomach drops before I even understand why.
Because my father has been dead for eight months, and that watch was buried WITH him.
Three weeks earlier, none of this made sense yet.
I’m Marcus, 36, and my son Dylan is seven. Since my dad, Walter, died, my brother Ray has been “helping out” with the estate – the house, the accounts, the paperwork I didn’t have the stomach to touch. I trusted him. He’s my brother. I never once thought to check.
Dylan started saying strange things about Ray a few weeks after the funeral. “Uncle Ray took a box from Grandpa’s closet.” I told him he was probably remembering wrong. Kids mix things up.
Then he said it again. “The box with the coins in it.”
My dad collected silver dollars his whole life. He kept them in a metal box on his closet shelf. I checked. The box was gone.
I told myself Ray was just organizing things. Being responsible.
A few days later, Dylan said something that stuck. “Uncle Ray told me not to tell you he was at Grandpa’s house.”
That’s when I called the funeral home, just to ask a dumb question about the burial inventory. The director paused on the phone. “Sir, your brother came in last month asking about retrieving personal items from the deceased before we closed the casket permanently. We told him that wasn’t something we do.”
My hands went cold.
I drove to my dad’s house that same afternoon. The closet was empty. The safe in the garage, the one only Ray and I had the code to, was open.
And on the kitchen counter, sitting there like he wanted me to see it, was my dad’s watch.
Ray was standing in the doorway.
“You went through everything,” I said. “Before I even had a chance to grieve.”
“GRIEVE?” Ray said. “You disappeared for eight months. I did all the work.”
My knees felt weak.
Dylan tugged my sleeve. “Daddy, there’s more boxes in his car.”
Ray’s face changed.
“Dylan, get in the truck,” Ray said, already reaching for his keys.
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