At my grandpa’s funeral, I felt like an outsider as my family squabbled over the $1 inheritance. Their anger overshadowed my grief for the one person who truly understood me. Just as I faded into the background, a stranger approached—a friend of Grandpa’s—slipping me a secret note. It revealed a hidden treasure in locker number 111 at Southern Railway Station.
The next morning, I raced to the station and unlocked the locker to find a duffel bag filled with $150,000 in cash. Alongside it was a note from Grandpa affirming his belief in me. Overwhelmed, I realized this was my escape from a family that had never valued me.
I booked a ticket to anywhere, ready to start anew, just as Grandpa had wanted. For the first time, I felt free and hopeful.