My grandma left my cousin $100k, her jewelry, and the proceeds from selling her house. She left me… her old dog. Turns out the dog was hiding a secret on his collar, and now my whole family is losing their minds.I never expected my grandma’s will to blow up my family, but here we are.I’m 27, female, and until a month ago, my life was pretty simple.I rented a tiny apartment downtown, worked a boring insurance job, and spent most weekends at my grandma’s small blue house on the edge of our Midwestern town.Her name was Margaret, but everyone called her Marg, because when my older cousin was little, he couldn’t say Margaret properly, and it just stuck.She was the kind of woman who remembered every birthday, baked pies that made the whole block smell like cinnamon and butter, and sent you home with leftovers even if you swore you were full.

She also, more than anyone else on this planet, loved her old dog, Bailey.Bailey is a golden retriever mix with a white muzzle, stiff hips, and the saddest brown eyes you have ever seen on a creature that still tries his best to wag his tail.He used to plant himself at my grandma’s feet every morning while she drank instant coffee, watched local news, and tossed him tiny pieces of toast like it was some private ritual.Whenever I came over, Bailey would scramble to the door, nails skittering on the linoleum, acting like I had just returned from war and not from the office 20 minutes away.So that’s the background; I was the grandchild who showed up weekly, and Zack, my cousin, was the one who drifted in when there was something to gain.Zack is 29, technically an adult, but he treats responsibility like it’s a suggestion and not a requirement.