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anding in the doorway of his beat-up trailer, was Maverick.

He was leaning on crutches, a cast covering his leg, and his face was bruised, a mess of cuts and scrapes.

Karma had already caught up with him.

I walked up to him, my anger momentarily replaced by shock. “Maverick, what the hell happened?”

He shifted uncomfortably on his crutches, his eyes darting away from mine. “It’s… it’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” I gestured at the totaled car.

“That doesn’t look like nothing. What did you do? And why did you take Gran’s money, Maverick?”

He winced, knowing he couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“I didn’t mean for it to go like this, Juniper. I… I just thought I’d borrow it. I was gonna pay you back.

But then I saw that car, and…”

“Borrow it?” I was incredulous. “You don’t just ‘borrow’ $20,000 that wasn’t left to you. Gran left that money for me, and you took it like it was nothing.

And now look at you. This is karma, Maverick. This is what you deserve.”

Maverick opened his mouth to protest, but I wasn’t finished.

“You’ve always taken everything. My parents’ attention, their affection: everything was always about you. But this?

This was different. This was from Gran, the one person who actually gave a damn about me, and you stole it.”

Maverick hung his head. “I messed up, okay?

I thought—”

“You thought what?” I snapped. “That I wouldn’t find out? That I didn’t deserve what Gran left me?”

He didn’t have an answer.

We stood there in silence, the weight of everything hanging in the air. Then, just as I was about to turn and leave, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Mr.

Clearwater, Gran’s lawyer.

“Mr. Clearwater?” I answered, keeping my eyes on Maverick.

“Juniper, I’ve been going over your grandmother’s will,” Mr. Clearwater said.

His voice was calm and steady, as though he knew I needed some reassurance. “There’s something you should know. Your grandmother predicted this might happen.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“She knew Maverick might try to take the money, so she had a plan in place.

The $20,000 was only a part of her estate. The rest of it — her house, her savings, her investments — it’s all yours, Juniper. She left everything to you.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything,” Mr. Clearwater confirmed. “Your grandmother was very clear.

She wanted to ensure you were taken care of, so you wouldn’t have to rely on anyone.”

Tears pricked at my eyes, but they weren’t just from sadness. Gran had known. She saw this coming, every bit of it, and she had protected me in the way only she could.

Even in death, she was still looking out for me: still showing me that I mattered.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I looked at Maverick. “I hope that convertible was worth it, Maverick. I hope you enjoyed the ride.”

“Juniper, I—” he started, his voice shaky.

I held up my hand, cutting him off.

“Don’t. I’m done with excuses, Maverick. Just save it.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, broken in more ways than one.

For the first time, I didn’t feel like the forgotten sibling. Gran had made sure of that.

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