I Took Care of My Lonely Neighbor for 2 Years—At Her Will Reading, Her Son Said I’d Get NOTHING… Then the Lawyer Handed Me This

The room fell silent.

“…I leave this letter.”

The lawyer looked up. “And a personal bequest, enclosed.”

He handed me an envelope.

Daniel let out a short, mocking laugh. “A letter? That’s it? Must’ve been worth all that effort.”

My hands trembled slightly as I opened it.