01/07/2025
My grandma left me a rickety car, but I was shocked when I opened the trunk.
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The cold wind blew through the small cemetery as Lauren Johnson stood beside her grandmotherβs grave. She pulled her jacket tighter, but it didnβt help. The chill outside was nothing compared to the emptiness she felt inside.
Her eyes were swollen from crying. She watched as the casket slowly lowered into the ground. Her grandmother, Miss Hattie, had been everything to her.
Not just a grandmother, she was her mother, father, her closest friend, the only person who ever truly stood by her. Now she was gone. Across the graveyard stood Sierra, her older sister.
Sierra looked untouched by grief. She wore a fitted designer coat, high-heeled boots, and her hair and makeup were flawless. She looked more like a business executive attending a meeting than someone burying family.
Sierra had left their small town years ago. She moved to Atlanta, chasing her career, money, and success. She only came home for special occasions, and even then, she never stayed long.
Every time she came back, she made it clear she didnβt miss small town life. Lauren and Sierra had once been close, but as they grew older, they grew apart. Lauren was quiet, simple, content with a peaceful life.
Sierra always wanted more. More money, more power, more recognition. As the small group of mourners slowly started to leave, Sierra walked toward Lauren.
She barely looked at her.
βI have to head back tonight,β Sierra said, her voice cold and clipped. βWorkβs waiting. You know how it is.β
Lauren forced a nod, swallowing the lump in her throat. βI understand.β
Sierra didnβt waste time.
βThe lawyerβs reading the will tomorrow morning at his office. Make sure youβre there.β
Without waiting for a response, Sierra turned
