Chapter 12 - A Different Inheritance
Phoebe found one last provision in Grandfather's trust.
Not money.
A scholarship fund.
He had quietly reserved several million dollars for descendants of families affected by the contamination.
Nobody in our family could receive a cent.
That made me smile.
Grandfather understood inheritance better than most wealthy men.
He didn't believe inheritance meant keeping everything.
Sometimes it meant deciding what should leave your hands.
The first scholarships were announced that summer.
I met a seventeen-year-old girl named Maya whose grandfather had worked at Hale Industrial.
She wanted to study environmental engineering.
“Why?” I asked.
She shrugged.
“Somebody has to fix what people leave behind.”
I nearly laughed.
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Grandfather would've adored her.
“Yeah,” I said. “Somebody does.”
