My best friend Eric and I are in Portland. We have been here for a few days. Well, since the funeral for my great Aunt. You see.. I hardly knew her at all.. My parents have kept me away at boarding school for years now. I didn’t even know she was sick until I got word of the funeral.

So I am here in her home, with Eric and my cousin Kenny. The three of us are in charge of the distribution of her things. Kenny and I were listed on her will. She left behind money for the both of us. Which perplexed us greatly, because we don’t really remember the woman. Did she even know we existed?

As I walk around her house, I don’t notice anything that would make us feel connected. There were no familiar traits here.. that would suggest that we were family. This feels so awkward and wrong.. How can we be asked to do this?

In one of the rooms I find a drawer.. its filled with junk. It looks that way at first glance. But then I start to study the contents. Which slowly become clues. Not junk at all.