That was enough for them.
I was 16, passing by the hallway, when I overheard Matthew’s declaration.
« If she hadn’t been born, they wouldn’t have been driving that night. »
I knew then that my brothers and sister never liked me.
Grandpa tried bridging the gap between us by organizing many family dinners, but my siblings never let go of their resentment.
Then Grandpa passed away, and I lost the only person who’d ever truly loved and stood by me.
I overheard Matthew’s declaration.
Grandpa’s funeral was small. My siblings showed up, stood in a line, and said the right things.
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.
