“What do we do with the houses?” I asked.

“You can sell them, or you can manage them,” Sarah said.

“They are yours to do with as you please.”

I looked at Wyatt.

“I want to sell the family home,” I said.

“I do not want to keep anything that belonged to them.”

“We will sell it,” Wyatt agreed.

“We can use the funds to start over, somewhere quiet.”

Detective Harper took a sip of his coffee.

“Arthur Bennett asked me to give you this,” he said, reaching into his pocket.

He set a small brass key on the table.

“It is the key to his garden shed,” Harper said with a slight smile.

“He said he is getting too old to pull the weeds, and he wants you to have the land.”

I took the key, its metal cold against my palm.

“Tell him I will take care of it,” I said.

The next week, Wyatt and I drove out to the old family home one last time.

The moving trucks were already gone, having cleared out the remaining furniture for auction.