When my grandmother died, her house instantly turned into a war zone.
Relatives I hadn’t seen in years suddenly appeared, tearing through rooms, drawers, and cupboards, all hunting for one thing: her will.
I was the only one who didn’t search for papers or valuables.
Instead, I took her dog home.
At the time, I didn’t realize that Berta carried …
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