“It’s her!” Mrs. Patterson’s daughter shrieked, eyes blazing with fury.
My heart pounded. Me? What did I do?
The officer sighed. “Mrs. Patterson’s will was just read.”
I frowned. What did that have to do with me?
“She left everything to you.”
The room erupted. Her family shouted, cursed, called me a thief.
I was speechless. I never asked for anything.
The officer handed me a letter—Mrs. Patterson’s final words:
“You gave me love when they gave me nothing. This is my thanks.”
Tears filled my eyes.
Her family wanted money. She wanted family. In the end, she chose me.
