Teresa Finkle had two sons, Thomas and Walter. But as the years slipped by, they stopped visiting her. They didn’t call.
They didn’t check on her. The silence grew heavier with time, leaving Teresa heartbroken and painfully lonely. Finally, she made a decision.
She would rent out the spare rooms in her home — not for money, but for companionship. That was when Grace, a gentle single mother, moved in with her sweet daughter, Katherine. What began as a rental agreement slowly blossomed into something much deeper.
They cooked together, shared stories at the dinner table, and spent holidays as if they had always been family. In every way that mattered, they were Teresa’s family. Years later, when Teresa passed away, she left behind a will.
Her absent sons, who had barely acknowledged her in life, appeared at the lawyer’s office expecting an inheritance — the house, the savings, everything. But they had no idea what awaited them. Inside the office, Thomas frowned at the sight of two unfamiliar faces.
“Who are you?” he asked sharply. Grace and Katherine were already seated. Mr.
Goldberg, the lawyer, cleared his throat. “Thomas, this is Grace Harris and her daughter, Katherine. They’ve been renting a part of your mother’s house for many years.”
“What?
Mother never said anything,” Walter muttered, shaking his head. Katherine whispered under her breath, “As if you ever called,” but Grace gently touched her arm, reminding her to stay respectful. Thomas rolled his eyes and dropped into a chair.
“Whatever. Let’s get this over with. You two better get ready to move out, because we’re selling that house fast.”
He shot his brother a knowing grin.
The house wasn’t fancy, but property prices in Montana had skyrocketed. They were imagining a quick sale worth half a million dollars — maybe more — plus whatever savings Teresa had left. They expected to walk out richer than they’d ever been.
But Mr. Goldberg’s expression didn’t match their excitement. He looked at them sternly.
“Calm down. Your mother valued Grace and Katherine very much. You need to respect them.
They are part of this will too.”
The brothers exchanged puzzled glances. And then the lawyer began reading. “To my sons, Thomas and Walter,” Mr.
Goldberg read, “I leave one dollar each.”
“One dollar?!” Thomas exploded, his face reddening. Mr. Goldberg nodded calmly.
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