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At her grandmother’s funeral, her father threw a notebook onto the grave saying “it’s worthless,” but she took it to the bank and discovered the million-dollar inheritance he had tried to steal for years.

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understood.

I stepped toward the grave.
My father grabbed my arm.
“Don’t make a scene.”
“Let me go.”
“That notebook is worthless.”
“My grandmother knew exactly what she was doing.”
I pulled free, climbed down, and picked up the mud-stained booklet. Her name was still visible.


PART 3

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