Cole nodded.
“Good. Next time, I’m telling her.”
The boys began sorting Michael’s tools.
“I don’t know what to keep,” Nathan admitted.
“We don’t have to decide everything today,” I said.
“Grandpa’s moving soon. We do.”
He was right. I wanted to take charge, make a list, and solve everything. Instead, I suggested photographing the things we couldn’t keep.
Nathan handed me the camera.
“Start with the workbench. Dad made this.”
We found a small drawer marked with Michael’s initials. Frank showed us how to remove it, and Nathan held it against his chest.
“Could we keep this?”
“Of course,” I said.
Then we returned to the rocking chair.
“It just needs one last coat,” Nathan said.
“Can I help?”
He hesitated before handing me a cloth.
“Start here. Don’t use too much.”
I followed his instructions instead of taking over.
When we finished, Nathan studied the chair.
