He introduced himself as a representative of a development company. They’d been trying to buy the farm for years — but Grandpa had refused every offer. Now, with the deed in my name, they were ready to pay.
And the number he slid across the folder? Enough to shut up my entire family forever. I stood there in my muddy boots, holding trash bags, realizing Grandpa hadn’t left me a burden.
He’d left me the jackpot — because he knew I was the only one who wouldn’t throw it away.
