The moment I saw my brother gliding down the street in a gleaming red convertible, I knew something wasn’t right. That car wasn’t just a flashy ride—it was a clue, a spark that would unravel a betrayal I never saw coming. And at the heart of it all? A plan my grandmother had set in motion long before she was gone.
I’m Juniper, 26 years old. Four years ago, I packed my bags and left, putting miles between myself and the family that had caused me more pain than love. Walking away was the best decision I ever made… or so I thought.
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I never really felt like I belonged. My parents had always made it clear—Maverick, my older brother, was their pride and joy. The golden child. But “golden” doesn’t even begin to cover it. And me? I was just… there. The afterthought. The “spare,” as Gran used to joke, though she always said it with a warmth no one else ever gave me.
That’s part of why I left. Well, that—and Noel. My boyfriend saw what I couldn’t at the time. He told me it was time to step out of the shadows, to build a life that wasn’t defined by the family that never truly saw me. And for a while, I believed I had escaped.
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We crammed what little we had into our tiny car and drove away, leaving behind my parents, Maverick, and the weight of all the memories I wanted to forget.
One night over dinner, I found myself saying it again, as if I still needed to justify it. “Noel, I swear, I just couldn’t stay there anymore.”
I remember the way he looked at me then—steady, certain—like he had always known the truth I was only starting to accept. He reached across the table, his fingers warm as they curled around mine.
“You don’t have to explain it again, June,” he said softly, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. “You did the right thing. You deserve more than being someone’s second choice.”
And for the first time in my life, I started to believe it.
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Even after four years away, my connection to my family had all but disappeared. The calls grew infrequent, the texts dwindled to rare, obligatory check-ins. And my parents? They didn’t seem to mind. It was as if I had quietly faded from their lives, an afterthought they barely noticed was gone.
The only one who never let me slip away was Gran.
She was the one person who made me feel like I mattered. When I was little, she’d sneak me chocolate bars when my mom wasn’t looking, whispering, “A little sweetness never hurt anyone, darling.” Late at night, long after everyone else had stopped listening, she’d call just to hear about my day. With her, I was never invisible.
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Gran never cared if my stories were boring or if my life felt like a mess—she just listened. She always made me feel like I mattered.
And then, one day, she was gone.
I didn’t get a call. No message. No warning. I found out by accident—scrolling through Facebook, of all places.
There it was. Her picture. A date. Rest in Peace.
I couldn’t breathe. My hands went numb, my heart hammering against my ribs as I stared at the screen, waiting for it to make sense. But it didn’t. It never would. It felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me, like the only person who had ever truly seen me had vanished without a goodbye.
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My phone slipped from my hands, landing on the table with a dull thud. I stood up, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Gran’s gone.”
Noel’s head snapped up from the couch. “What? What do you mean she’s gone?”
“She died,” I choked out. “No one even told me.”
The sting of tears burned my eyes, but this wasn’t just grief—it was anger, betrayal. How could they not tell me?
Noel was on his feet in an instant, wrapping me in his arms, but the pieces still didn’t fit. My parents. Maverick. Not a single call, not a single word.
I couldn’t stay here, drowning in questions. That night, I booked the first flight home.
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I didn’t care what it took—I had to see Gran’s grave. I had to say goodbye, even if I was the only one who cared enough to do it.
The next morning, I found myself walking through my hometown, a place I had spent years trying to forget. Nothing had changed—the same streets, the same houses, the same ghosts of memories I had buried long ago. But then, something was different.
I stopped at the corner near the cemetery, my breath hitching as I blinked in disbelief.
The… what?
A sleek, gleaming red convertible rolled past me, sunlight bouncing off its polished hood. And behind the wheel, looking as smug as ever, was Maverick.
My stomach dropped. The sight of him, of that car, sent a chill through me. Something was very wrong.
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Maverick? The one who still worked as a cashier, who could barely make ends meet? He was driving a car that looked like it cost more than his entire life savings.
My stomach churned. Something wasn’t right.
Later that day, I was standing by Gran’s grave, the soft rustle of the trees the only sound around. The earth was still fresh, and I couldn’t shake the knot in my stomach. Gran was really gone. I hadn’t been able to say goodbye properly: no chance to tell her how much she meant to me.
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The pain of finding out about her death through a Facebook post still stung like an open wound.
As I knelt beside the grave, I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Mr. Anderson, Gran’s best friend. He was a kind, older man, always hovering around Gran, helping her with anything she needed. His face was somber as he approached.
“Juniper, I’m so sorry,” he said softly, standing beside me. “Your Gran… she was a one-of-a-kind lady.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “She really was. I just wish I had more time with her.”
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He nodded, his eyes distant. Then, after a moment of silence, he turned to me and asked, “Did you get the $20,000 she left you?”
I blinked, stunned. “The… what?”
Mr. Anderson’s brow furrowed. “Your Gran. She mentioned in her will that she set aside $20,000 for you. I just assumed you knew.”
My heart dropped. Suddenly, the red convertible Maverick was driving made all the sense in the world. The anger that had been simmering inside me boiled over. “No,” I muttered, standing up, fists clenched at my sides. “I didn’t know.”
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Mr. Anderson’s face paled. “Oh, Juniper, I’m so sorry.”
But I wasn’t listening anymore. I had to get to Maverick’s trailer. Now.
I stormed back to my car, my mind racing. Maverick, who could never hold down a steady job, was suddenly driving around in a flashy car, and I hadn’t thought twice about it. Of course, it was my money. The money Gran left me — the one person in my family who actually cared about me — and he stole it without a second thought.
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When I pulled up to Maverick’s trailer, I was ready for a full-blown confrontation. But what I saw stopped me in my tracks. There, the red convertible was crumpled in the driveway, completely wrecked.
The front bumper was smashed, the windshield shattered, and the tires looked flat. It was like the car had been in a serious accident.
And there, standing in the doorway of his beat-up trailer, was Maverick. He was leaning on crutches, a cast covering his leg, and his face was bruised, a mess of cuts and scrapes.
Karma had already caught up with him.
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I walked up to him, my anger momentarily replaced by shock. “Maverick, what the hell happened?”
He shifted uncomfortably on his crutches, his eyes darting away from mine. “It’s… it’s nothing.”
“Nothing?” I gestured at the totaled car. “That doesn’t look like nothing. What did you do? And why did you take Gran’s money, Maverick?”
He winced, knowing he couldn’t avoid it any longer. “I didn’t mean for it to go like this, Juniper. I… I just thought I’d borrow it. I was gonna pay you back. But then I saw that car, and…”
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“Borrow it?” I was incredulous. “You don’t just ‘borrow’ $20,000 that wasn’t left to you. Gran left that money for me, and you took it like it was nothing. And now look at you. This is karma, Maverick. This is what you deserve.”
Maverick opened his mouth to protest, but I wasn’t finished. “You’ve always taken everything. My parents’ attention, their affection: everything was always about you. But this? This was different. This was from Gran, the one person who actually gave a damn about me, and you stole it.”
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Maverick hung his head. “I messed up, okay? I thought—”
“You thought what?” I snapped. “That I wouldn’t find out? That I didn’t deserve what Gran left me?”
He didn’t have an answer. We stood there in silence, the weight of everything hanging in the air. Then, just as I was about to turn and leave, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Mr. Clearwater, Gran’s lawyer.
“Mr. Clearwater?” I answered, keeping my eyes on Maverick.
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“Juniper, I’ve been going over your grandmother’s will,” Mr. Clearwater said. His voice was calm and steady, as though he knew I needed some reassurance. “There’s something you should know. Your grandmother predicted this might happen.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
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“She knew Maverick might try to take the money, so she had a plan in place. The $20,000 was only a part of her estate. The rest of it — her house, her savings, her investments — it’s all yours, Juniper. She left everything to you.”
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I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Everything?”
“Yes, everything,” Mr. Clearwater confirmed. “Your grandmother was very clear. She wanted to ensure you were taken care of, so you wouldn’t have to rely on anyone.”
Tears pricked at my eyes, but they weren’t just from sadness. Gran had known. She saw this coming, every bit of it, and she had protected me in the way only she could. Even in death, she was still looking out for me: still showing me that I mattered.
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I took a deep breath, steadying myself as I looked at Maverick. “I hope that convertible was worth it, Maverick. I hope you enjoyed the ride.”
“Juniper, I—” he started, his voice shaky.
I held up my hand, cutting him off. “Don’t. I’m done with excuses, Maverick. Just save it.”
Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, broken in more ways than one. For the first time, I didn’t feel like the forgotten sibling. Gran had made sure of that.
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