I was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the text messages on my phone. It was an ordinary Tuesday, and the sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room. I’d been going through my grandmother’s things after she passed, and these messages were all that was left on her old phone. « Don’t worry, you’ll always be taken care of, » was the last thing she’d sent to my grandfather. But the message that followed, from an unknown number, chilled me. It read, « The arrangement is off. Handle it yourself. » I needed to know more about this arrangement, and who had sent that text. Was there something my grandparents were hiding? My heart pounded as I picked up the phone to call the number. The line rang just once before a clipped, rehearsed voice answered, « Hello, you’ve reached the office of— » and the call ended abruptly. I was left with more questions than answers, and a growing sense of unease…
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