It was Mr. Clearwater, Gran’s legal advisor.
“Mr. Clearwater?” I replied, keeping my eyes on Free thinker.
“Juniper, I’ve been going over your grandma’s will,” Mr.
Clearwater said. As if he was aware that I needed some reassurance, his voice was steady and calm. There’s something you ought to be aware.
Your grandma anticipated this could occur.”
“What’s your point?” I asked, my heart beating in my chest.
She had a strategy in place because she was aware that Maverick might try to steal the money. Only a portion of her estate was worth the $20,000. Its remainder — her home, her reserve funds, her ventures — have at it, Juniper.
She gave you complete control.
I had no idea what I was hearing. Everything?”
Mr. Clearwater confirmed, “Yes, everything.” Your grandmother was extremely direct.
So that you wouldn’t have to rely on anyone, she wanted to make sure you were taken care of.”
Tears pricked at my eyes, however they weren’t simply from trouble. Gran was aware. She had protected me in the only way she could because she had seen everything about this coming.
She continued to look out for me even after she passed away: as yet showing me that I made a difference.
I took a full breath, steadying myself as I checked Nonconformist out. ” I trust that convertible was worth the effort, Free thinker. I hope the ride was fun for you.
He started, his voice shaky, “Juniper, I—.”
I cut him off by raising my hand.
Don’t. Maverick, I’m done making excuses. Simply save it.”
I turned and walked away without waiting for a response, leaving him there broken in multiple ways.
I no longer felt like the forgotten sibling for the first time. That was guaranteed by Gran.
