My Grandmother Left Her House to the Neighbor and Gave Me Only Her Old Sewing Machine – Then I Found a Key and a Note Taped to It
Inside, a lamp glowed near the sofa. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something medicinal.
“Hello?” I called.
Footsteps sounded in the hallway.
A woman stepped into view. Silver hair pulled back. She had sharp eyes that did not look surprised.
“You must be Rose’s granddaughter,” she said.
“Yes, Taylor,” I replied. “And you are?”
“I’m Helen, doll. Rose told me you’d come. I helped her in the last months.”
“Helped her how?” I asked immediately.
“I was her caregiver. Part-time, and only during the day. But I also helped with paperwork. And with making sure no one pushed her into decisions she didn’t want to make.”
“I’m Helen.”
My jaw tightened. “Are you saying that someone tried, Helen?”
Helen held my gaze.
“I’m saying she was careful. She signed the agreement two winters ago. That was when her arthritis worsened and she couldn’t manage her medication bottles alone.”
I stepped farther into the room. “Then why did she leave her house to our neighbor?”
“She didn’t have the cash to pay Margaret for her help,” Helen said. “The house was the only thing she had left to bargain with.”
Helen held my gaze.
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