The last letter
When she stepped into the study, she was overwhelmed with the smell of her grandfather. This room of the house was still his. She immediately felt warmer. As if her grandfather was giving her one of his special hugs. Nancy looked around and took it all in. The chair, the paintings, the pictures of her grandmother, her grandfather and she noticed her own face staring at her, smiling. The picture was an old one from when they went to the fair together.
She also noticed some other pictures of people she didn’t know and one of a baby that looked like her but it was a picture she had not seen before. She turned around and looked at the desk. There was a letter there. Her name was on it, written in the cursive writing her grandfather used. This was it. The last message. Her inheritance and all the answers she’d been waiting for and still it was scary. She picked up the letter and sat down.
If Nancy had known what the letter would say, she might have never opened it in the first place.