The will reading happened three days later in Mr. Collins’ law office downtown.
I didn’t expect much. Grandpa wasn’t rich. He’d worked his whole life. I figured he’d split what little he had evenly.
Mr. Collins revealed Grandpa had been very specific, and everything was legally binding.
But when he started reading the will, nothing made sense.
I didn’t expect much.
- Matthew got the house.
- Jake got Grandpa’s car.
- Kirk and Jessica each received $20,000.
“And to Angelica,” Mr. Collins said, looking at me, “your grandfather left you his personal lunchbox.”
For a second, I thought I heard him wrong.
But then he brought out that metal lunchbox with rusted corners and faded paint.
The same one Grandpa used to carry to work daily.
