I’m sorry I didn’t find a way to reach you sooner.
There was a small fund for Chloe.
Not a fortune.
Enough for a rental deposit, training, and some breathing room before the baby came.
Nora would administer it according to the terms Grandpa had arranged.
But that wasn’t what made me stop reading.
It was the last paragraph.
Clara, the house is yours.
There are no conditions.
Not forgiveness.
Not taking care of your sister.
Not preserving my bedroom like a museum.
If you sell it and move somewhere with better weather, I expect you to buy a chair with a comfortable cushion.
But if one day you choose to give someone a room, let it be because you want them there.
I did not leave you a house so you would have to spend the rest of your life earning the right to stay in it.
