My Teenage Son Mowed Our Lonely Neighbor’s Lawn for Free Every Saturday for 4 Years – at the Old Man’s Funeral, a Lawyer Handed Him an Envelope and Said, ‘He Left Very Specific Instructions for You’

I was drinking coffee.

“Mr. Vance can’t get his mower started.”

I glanced outside.

Mr. Vance was standing halfway down his driveway, leaning heavily on the mower handle. He pulled the starter cord once, then stopped and pressed a hand against his lower back.

“He’ll probably figure it out,” I said.

Noah kept watching.

Then Mr. Vance tried to bend down and nearly lost his balance.

Noah put down his cereal spoon.