I never expected to spend my sixty-eighth birthday sleeping in an abandoned garage, surrounded by the scent of motor oil and decades of dust. Yet here I was, fumbling with an unfamiliar key in the dark, tears blurring my vision as my son’s words echoed in my mind.
You’re just a useless old woman, Mom. What would you even do with a real inheritance? Dad knew that.
My hand trembled as I finally managed to slide the key into the rusted lock. The ancient door groaned in protest as I pushed it open, the beam of my flashlight cutting through decades of darkness.
And that’s when I saw it.
I froze in place, my breath catching as the light revealed what lay inside. This couldn’t be possible. This couldn’t be what Robert had meant when he left me “just a garage” in his will.
But let me back up.
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