My Son Moved His Family Away Without Saying Goodbye, So I Finally Closed Every Door He Abused

The room looked exactly as it had the day he died.

Rows of law books lined dark mahogany shelves.

The green banker lamp cast a familiar glow across the desk.

A framed photograph from our trip to Savannah smiled back at me.

The room smelled of old paper and memory.

Most people assumed Walter had been the genius behind everything.

And he was brilliant.