She Kept Grandpa’s Inheritance for Herself… Until Fate Turned the Tables Overnight

My hands shook as I folded the note again. The next morning, I went straight to the lawyer’s office. His eyes widened when I placed the note on his desk. After a moment, he unlocked a file drawer, took out a sealed envelope, and slid it toward me.

It was the real will. And it listed only one name—mine. Grandpa had left everything solely to me: his small house, his vintage car, and his savings. Along with it was his message, reminding me that the choice to share with my sister was entirely mine.

Now I’m torn. Part of me wants to honor the trust he placed in me by keeping things as he intended, especially since my sister never made the effort to be there for him. But another part of me worries that if I don’t share, I’ll carry that guilt for the rest of my life. The decision is mine—but it’s a weight I never expected to carry.