Adrian never intended to pry. But when his grandmother Elara passed away, she left him her old laptop—not for its value, but with a note: “You always wanted to know me. Look in the bookmarks.”
He reopened the browser. Added a new bookmark of his own: “Greyhound bus – Montpelier to Burlington – one-way.”
The first bookmark was mundane: “How to remove red wine from silk.” The second: “Daily horoscope – Libra.” But the third made him pause: “Symptoms of late-stage pancreatic cancer – patient perspective.”