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 ignored all of them.

On the fourth call, curiosity won.

“You should have told me,” she snapped.
“Told you what?” I asked.

“That you’re the executor. That Dad changed everything. That you’re suddenly in charge of all of us.”

I exhaled. “I didn’t think you’d care so much about something you said ‘didn’t matter.’ You told me it was just a car.”