My Sister Locked Me Out of Grandpa’s Funeral – But the First Line of His Will Made the Whole Room Freeze

I sat there staring at my phone, my heart pounding.

None of it made sense.

Grandpa loved both of us, even Karen, despite her distance. He’d never have cut me out of his funeral.

I knew something was wrong, and that Karen was planning something.

But I didn’t know what.

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The following day, Karen called again. I almost didn’t answer, but I figured she might want to apologize.

It was a good thing I picked up, because this time she was sweet, as if she’d come to her senses.

None of it made sense.

She still insisted on organizing our grandpa’s funeral, but gave me the date it would be held. I thought we were making headway.

Then, two days later, I was sitting at my kitchen table when my phone rang again. It was an unfamiliar number.

“Hello?”

“Good morning. Is this Emily?”

“Yes.”

“My name is Ben. I’m your grandfather’s attorney.”

I straightened in my chair.

“Oh, hi.”

It was an unfamiliar number.

“I’d like to speak with you about your grandfather’s final will.”

My chest tightened.

“Emily, your grandfather left very specific instructions. In fact, he wanted you to be the one to read his will.”

I blinked.

“Me?”

“Yes.”

Another pause followed.

Then he said something that made my heart race.

“I expect to see you at the funeral today?”

I nearly dropped the phone.

“What?!”

My chest tightened.