Chapter 63

The temptation might have proven too great if not for two things. First, being the need to sort through his father’s things. Gaze drifting over the boxes in the room, a single thought plagued his mind—thiswas the reward of procrastination. Course, he’d been grieving and putting it off got easier than facing the problem. What with the increased workload, he’d struggled with his day-to-day chores, too exhausted to think about searching through his father’s belongings. Father and mother both, of course—his father hadn’t thrown a thing of hers away.

When his father became too ill to get up the stairs, they’d brought him and everything precious to him into this room. As his health deteriorated and he needed more than a little oxygen, Ethan had arranged the nursing home. William had gone, pained more to leave his son and this lot behind than by illness. No, Ethan could not abandon any box. If the contents were something he didn’t want, he must find a good home for them.