“Why were you there, Tyler? What happened before you fell asleep?”
For a moment he didn’t answer.
Then he glanced toward the hallway as if even the walls might be listening.
“Michelle gave me medicine,” he whispered.
The name hit Ellie like a slap.
Michelle wasn’t Tyler’s mother.
Tyler’s mother, Leah, had died four years earlier when a truck slid through an icy intersection and crushed the passenger side of her car.
Leah had left behind an eight-year-old’s worth of bedtime songs, hair ribbons tucked in drawers, and a legal settlement that had been placed in trust for Tyler until adulthood.
Brian had remarried Michelle two years after the wreck.
Ellie had never liked how quickly Michelle learned where every paper was kept.
“What kind of medicine?” Ellie asked.
Tyler frowned, searching.
“Red.
Sweet.
She said it would help me sleep because I’d been crying.”
“When?”
“Yesterday afternoon.
Before everybody came over.
Before Dad got home.”
Ellie felt cold even standing next to the stove.
The day before, Michelle had called
saying Tyler had gone down for a nap and never woken up right.
By the time Ellie arrived, the volunteer EMTs were already there.
Michelle had been hysterical.
Brian had looked like a man who’d fallen through ice.
There had been no autopsy.
Michelle had said the county doctor believed it was a sudden seizure or hidden heart problem, one of those terrible things families never see coming until the worst has already happened.
Brian had signed the release for immediate burial because, through tears, Michelle had begged him not to let strangers cut into the boy’s body.
Ellie had thought grief was talking.
Now she wasn’t sure what had been talking at all.
“Did you see anything else?” Ellie asked.
Tyler licked dry lips.
“I heard them.”
“Who?”
“Michelle.
And Dad.”
The clock over the stove ticked once.
Twice.
“What did they say?”
Tyler’s eyes went glossy, but he kept speaking.
“Dad said, ‘This is wrong.’ He was whispering.
Michelle told him we were out of time.
She said once I was gone, the money would come through, and you wouldn’t be able to stop it.”
Ellie sat so still she could hear her own pulse.
Leah’s settlement.
A hundred and eighty thousand dollars, most of it protected in a trust with strict rules.
Brian could use some for Tyler’s education and care, but only with oversight.
Ellie had been named alternate trustee if anything happened or if there was ever cause for review.
PART2: Coming home from my eight-year-old grandson’s funeral, I found him standing on my porch in torn clothes. I thought grief was making me see
