“What now?”
Rachel smiled.
“Nothing terrible.”
She handed me a handwritten note from Grandpa.
It was dated two years before his death.
Rebecca,
If you’re reading this, the trust has transferred.
I know twenty million dollars sounds like freedom. It isn’t. Money is only leverage. Freedom is knowing what you will and will not trade for it.
I smiled through tears.
Then continued.
One day, somebody may tell you that love requires you to rescue them from consequences they created themselves.
It doesn’t.
That sentence broke me.
Not because Grandpa knew about Daniel.
He didn’t.
The letter had been written before Daniel’s company began collapsing.
Grandpa was not predicting my marriage.
He was simply teaching me one last lesson.
Help people who fall.
Be careful with people who repeatedly jump and demand that you become the ground.
I laughed through my tears.
That sounded exactly like him.
