Now its missing seat had been installed and the rough wood carefully sanded smooth. My fingers moved over one armrest.
“You really did this?”
Nathan nodded.
“Cole helped. Grandpa taught us.”
I remembered Michael joking that he’d made one of the legs too short.
“Your dad would’ve loved seeing this.”
Nathan searched my expression.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me about it?”
I had no answer. Frank spoke from the doorway instead.
“There’s something else Nathan hasn’t told you, Laura.”
***
Frank had found a smaller place to live and planned to sell the family house because maintaining it alone had become too difficult. He’d told Nathan in August.
“That’s why we started coming every weekend,” Nathan said. “Grandpa’s moving in a few weeks.”
I looked at Michael’s handmade furniture, the shelves, and the tools scattered around the workshop.
“You’ve been trying to save all this?”
