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.

It wasn’t about inheritance. Not truly. It was about what it symbolized—being chosen without pressure or guilt, but out of respect.

“I’ll do it,” I said softly.

He nodded. “And the BMW?”

“I don’t want it returned,” I said. “I just don’t want to pretend Lucy didn’t take something that wasn’t hers.”

“She’ll answer for that,” he said calmly. “Soon.”