When I saw my brother driving a flashy red convertible, I knew something was wrong. That car was the key to a betrayal I never saw coming, all tied to a plan Gran had made long before she passed.
I’m Juniper, 26, and I left my family four years ago to escape the pain. They always favored my brother, Maverick, but Gran was the one person who made me feel seen. When she passed, no one told me—I found out through Facebook. I flew back to say goodbye and found Maverick driving a car he could never afford. It turns out, he stole the $20,000 Gran left for me.
But that wasn’t all. Gran, knowing Maverick might do this, left me her entire estate—her house, savings, everything. Even in death, she protected me. Maverick may have taken the money, but Gran made sure I was cared for, and in the end, I finally felt like I mattered.
