My name is Juniper, and at 26, I’ve been living out of state for four years, escaping my family’s shadows. My brother, Maverick, was always the favorite, while I felt like the “spare.” My grandmother, Gran, was the only one who truly cared for me, often sneaking me treats and listening to my worries.

When I learned she died through a Facebook post, I was devastated. Despite the distance, I immediately booked a flight home to say goodbye. Arriving in my hometown, I was shocked to see Maverick driving a flashy red convertible, a stark contrast to his usual life.

While visiting Gran’s grave, Mr. Anderson, her friend, revealed she had left me $20,000 in her will. The realization struck me—Maverick had taken my money without my knowledge. I rushed to confront him, only to find him injured and on crutches, the convertible wrecked.

Confronting him, I demanded to know why he took the money. He tried to defend his actions, but I reminded him that Gran had loved me and I deserved that money. Just then, I received a call from Gran’s lawyer, Mr. Clearwater, revealing that Gran had left her entire estate to me to protect me from Maverick’s greed.

Overwhelmed, I realized Gran had anticipated this betrayal and had taken steps to ensure my security. I confronted Maverick one last time, telling him I was done with his excuses. Walking away, I finally felt valued and seen, thanks to Gran’s unwavering love.