“I knew Grandma Eleanor would’ve wanted you to have it,” she whispered, her voice filled with warmth.
I squeezed back, my own tears threatening to spill.
As we left the party, I felt a strange sense of peace. It wasn’t about the money or the business. It was knowing that Eleanor had believed in me, and had wanted me to carry on her legacy.
In that moment, I could’ve sworn I felt her hand on my shoulder, guiding me forward into whatever came next.
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