I Paid for a Struggling Grandma at the Grocery Store – Three Days Later, the Clerk Came to My Door with Her Final Request

My name jumped out at me.

I read one line. Then read it again.

“She left me… her house?” I said, my voice small.

“And her savings,” Ethan said gently.

“It’s not a mansion or anything, but it’s something. Enough to matter. Enough to change things.”

I stared at him.

“I barely knew her,” I said.

“Why me?”

“She knew what she was doing,” he said. “She met with a lawyer. Gave your name.

Said you were the only one who’d treated her with real respect in a long time. She didn’t want her kids fighting over it.”

I let out a shaky breath.

“Mom?” Josh said behind me. “What’s going on?”

“Come here,” I said.

The three of them came in and climbed onto the couch, crowding around me and the crinkled letter.

“This is Ethan,” I said.

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