As my relatives argued over Grandma’s inheritance, I brought home her cherished dog and discovered the hidden truth she meant only for me.
The day Grandma died, the world seemed strangely quiet. Quiet in a way that felt wrong — as if the air itself knew something irreplaceable had slipped away. She had been the anchor of our fractured family for decades, the steady voice who held everything together even when people pretended not to need her. In…