We Moved In with My Husband’s Grandmother to Care for Her – Before She Died, She Told Me About a Buried Chest That Would Reveal the Truth About Him

I know your intentions are good, but she’s my mother in every way that matters. Marissa means nothing to me.”

I didn’t even pack. I just got my daughters’ things and walked out with Dana.

Three weeks passed before the will was read.

At the will reading, the room felt colder than it should have.

Caleb sat stiffly across from me.

Marissa was there, hands wringing in her lap. Next to her, a woman with Caleb’s eyes and Eleanor’s chin — his half-sister, maybe. Or cousin.

I didn’t know yet.

Janice sat near the back, unreadable. The lawyer opened the folder.

“There’s a clause in Eleanor’s will. Before any property can be transferred, the following must be acknowledged.”

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