When my grandma Margaret died, I expected a few keepsakes—but instead, she left my cousin Zack $100,000, her jewelry, and the house proceeds… and left me her old dog, Bailey.
Zack laughed at me, thinking I’d gotten nothing. But Grandma had a trick. Mr. Harper, the lawyer, handed me a note: “Turn Bailey’s collar tag over.”
On the back was a bank logo and a code—a key to my grandmother’s private trust account. It had $2.8 million.
Zack went white. “She screwed me!” he shouted, realizing Grandma had left the real fortune to me, the grandchild who had always cared, not the one chasing easy cash.
Now, Bailey lounges in comfort, my life is transformed, and every time he sighs at night, it feels like Grandma is still watching over us.