“She met with a lawyer. Gave your name. She said you were the only one who treated her with respect. She didn’t want her kids fighting over it,” Ethan said.
My three kids crowded around, jaws dropped.
“This is Ethan,” I said. “He works at the grocery store. Remember the grandma I told you about?”
“The bread grandma?” Emma asked.
“Yes,” I said. “Her name was Mrs. Hargrove. She left us a letter. And… something else.”
“What?” Josh asked.
“She left us her house,” I said. “And some money.”
Their eyes grew wide.
“Things are going to change,” I said. “We’re not suddenly rich, but we’re not always one bill away from disaster.”
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