Chapter 17 - The Safe Opens Again
The old iron safe remained beneath the stairs.
I never removed it.
Years later, while preparing renovations, I noticed something strange behind it.
A thin wooden panel.
I pulled it loose.
Inside was one final envelope.
I laughed out loud.
"Grandma, seriously?"
The letter contained only a few paragraphs.
If you've found this, sweetheart, I hope enough time has passed that the house feels like yours instead of mine.
It did.
I hope you've learned that inheritance isn't what someone leaves in your hands.
It's what they leave in your heart.
I had.
Then came her final joke.
And please throw away that horrible green sofa. I hated it for twenty years but it was too expensive to replace.
May you like
I laughed until Lauren came running downstairs.
We threw the sofa away the following weekend.
