When Grandma passed away, my relatives rushed to her house, desperate to find her will. I was the only one who took her old dog home, not knowing she carried more than memories of Grandma. Days later, I discovered the secret Grandma had hidden where no one else would think to look.To bring my whole family together, you either had to throw a pile of money in front of them or wait for someone to die. Unfortunately, that day, it was both.I stood at the cemetery, watching as Grandma was lowered deep into the ground.

I held Berta’s leash tightly, and she pulled forward, as if she wanted to go after Grandma.Berta was Grandma’s dog. She’d bought her when I was little, and, as Grandma often liked to say, Berta was her best friend and almost the only one she could truly trust.Grandma was a good person, though she was definitely a bit particular.She had earned a lot of money during her life, but she never gave a penny to her children or grandchildren.Instead, she paid for everyone’s education. She believed that in life everyone should achieve things on their own, to rise from nothing, just like she once had.