My Wealthy Grandmother Left Me a Single Brass Key and No Inheritance
“This document was executed on the twelfth of September,” he said.
My chest tightened slightly as I remembered the date; it was only three weeks before she died, around the time I had signed those medical papers.
“The estate consists of the property known as Oakhaven, the liquid assets held in the regional accounts, and the remaining shares of the original family holdings,” Mr. Bennett read, his voice flat and legal.
I leaned forward, waiting for the words that would mention my name, the promise she had made to me in the bedroom when she said she would make sure I was taken care of.
“To Linda Vance,” Mr. Bennett read, pausing to look at the housekeeper, “for her thirty-one years of dedicated service and companionship, I bequeath the sum of four hundred and fifty thousand dollars, to be held in trust, along with the personal effects listed in schedule A.”
My mouth went dry, my fingers tightening around my silver ring.
“And the rest?” I whispered, my voice cracking.
Mr. Bennett did not look up from the page.
