He wasn’t.
“Why?”
“Because tomorrow morning,” he said, “they’re going to understand why I needed their signatures.”
At the time, I had no idea what he meant.
The next morning, at approximately 7:45, my phone rang.
It was Grandpa.
“Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m at their house.”
That got my attention.
Then he told me who was standing beside him.
I grabbed my keys.
When I arrived, Grandpa was standing in the driveway of the million-dollar property.
But he wasn’t alone.
Standing beside him was David, his attorney.
There was also Tommy, one of Grandpa’s former apprentices.
Tommy wasn’t a young apprentice anymore. He now owned one of the largest carpentry companies in the county.
And there were two other people arriving at the property as well.
A real estate agent.
And a photographer.
That’s when everything started to make sense.
Melissa and Grant were preparing to put the house on the market.
