I Was Paid to Pretend to Be His Granddaughter — Then His Final Wish Shocked His Family
I had my hands in my lap and could not feel them.
“‘Now, my instructions.’”
Mr. Abernathy looked at me over the glasses.
“‘One. The house on Alder Street, and its contents, I leave jointly to my granddaughter Kiara Booker and to Miss Nia Carrington — one by bl*od, and one by Sundays.
Two. My savings, which are more than my daughter believes, having spent three years telling me there was nothing left, go to the medical trust described in Schedule B, for the benefit of Jaylen Carrington, whose sister told me about him every single Sunday without once asking me for a dime.
Three. Loretta’s watch goes back to Kiara, from whose wrist it was taken.
Four. Patrice receives the sum of one Sunday’s wage.
She’ll know the amount.
She set it.’”
Patrice stood up.
