My grandmother left my cousin $100,000. All she left me was her old dog. At least, that’s what everyone thought.
I never imagined my grandmother’s will would be the thing that tore my family apart—but that’s exactly what happened. I’m 27, and until recently my life was quietly ordinary: a small downtown apartment, a predictable insurance job, and weekends spent at my grandmother Marg’s little blue house on the edge of our Midwestern town. Marg…