Grandpa saw me get out of a cab and asked, “Where’s your birthday BMW?” Mom laughed and said, “Oh, we gave it to your sister!” He went quiet for a moment… then called his lawyer the next day.

“I was observing,” he said. “Seeing who paid attention—and who was simply waiting. And it turns out, you were the only one who never tried to influence me.”

He opened a drawer and pushed a thick folder across the desk.

“I want you to be the executor.”

I froze. “Grandpa… that’s a lot to take on.”

“And you’re the only one I trust with it.”