For My Beautiful First Granddaughter
I felt the blood leave my face. “All of what?”
“The hardware store. The other shops. The cabin by the lake. The investment accounts. And a trust worth over eleven million dollars.”
Nobody in the room said a word.
“Our father knew Gregory loved money more than family,” Janice went on. “So he added one final clause. If Gregory ever committed serious violence against his own daughter, everything would pass directly to that daughter.”
The phone nearly slipped out of my hand. “To me?”
“Yes, Sadie. To you.”