I thought my father’s will would secure my future—until the lawyer read a name I didn’t recognize: Brenna. My grandmother, Loretta, was furious. Who was she, and why did my father leave her everything?
Loretta had raised me after my mother died, teaching me strict rules and high expectations. When my father passed, Loretta focused on rebuilding our family’s legacy. But then, in the lawyer’s office, I learned the truth. Brenna was my father’s other daughter—and she was inheriting everything.
Loretta’s rage was immediate, but I was in shock. I had a sister I never knew about. Loretta was determined to “fix” this, and soon I was sent to find Brenna.
Her house was humble, filled with the scent of clay. Brenna greeted me warmly, her quirky, calm presence disarming. She was open and kind, unlike what I expected. Over the week I spent there, I discovered a different way of life—simple, unburdened by the rules that had always governed mine.
Brenna and I bonded, and I began to question Loretta’s motives. But when Loretta showed up, demanding I get Brenna to sign over the inheritance, I realized the truth—my grandmother had hidden the past from me. My father had known about Brenna all along, and Loretta had kept them apart.
After a confrontation, I decided to stand by Brenna. Together, we rebuilt a life. I helped her with her pottery studio, and we repaired her house. For the first time, I wasn’t living for Loretta’s approval—I was living for us.
We weren’t perfect, but we were free, and that was enough.
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