As the only surviving member of his family, other than his uncle, and the sole heir, Mika had agreed to let the lawyer handle everything, including the sale of the house. Not that he’d be rich when that happened, as it was heavily mortgaged. The lawyer had suggested that the furniture and other household belongings be sold as well, once Mika had gone through the house to remove things he wanted to keep.
“Like what?” Mika had asked sadly. “My stuff? Yeah. Photos? Books? We didn’t own anything worth…anything.”
He’d packed a few clothes before moving to the motel but put off returning for the rest although knew he should go. Tomorrow, and then…find a place to live? A necessity, he knew. All he had to do was get past his sorrow and make it happen.
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“Off for lunch?” his boss asked when Mika walked past the garage office.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be back in an hour.” As always. God forbid I take even a minute more than that.