“Juniper, there’s something you should know,” he began. “Your grandmother predicted this might happen. The $20,000 was only a portion of her estate. The rest of it — her house, savings, investments — it’s all yours. She left everything to you.”
I could hardly believe it. Gran had seen this betrayal coming and had protected me, even in death. She had always been looking out for me, reminding me that I mattered.
I turned to Maverick, who stood broken, both physically and emotionally. “I hope that convertible was worth it,” I said, my voice steady. “Because you’ll never take anything from me again.”
And for the first time in my life, I felt like I wasn’t the forgotten one. Gran had made sure of that.