I Was Paid to Pretend to Be His Granddaughter — Then His Final Wish Shocked His Family
“Thank you for your service,” she said, in a voice that made the words mean something else, and handed me a final envelope.
“We won’t be needing you anymore.”
On her wrist was the Cartier watch he’d told me about — the one he’d bought his wife the year they married, saved up over eleven months of a private’s pay, “so she’d have something that ticked as steady as I did.”
I looked at it.
She saw me look.
“Family piece,” she said, and turned away.
A week after the fun*ral, a lawyer called and asked me to come to his office.
The call caught me completely off guard.
When I arrived, several relatives were already there.
Patrice sat in the front, arms crossed.
The room felt tense.
The lawyer, Mr. Abernathy, opened a folder, looked directly at me, and said:
“Before he passed, he left one final instruction about you.”
He put on his glasses.
