The rosebush.
Grandma had known exactly what might happen after she was gone.
And she had trusted me to find the truth when the time was right.
Months later, after a long legal battle, the court ruled in our favor.
The house was returned to us.
Karen’s scheme fell apart, and the truth finally came out.
When we moved back in, the first thing I did was replant Grandma’s rosebush in the backyard.
As I pressed the soil around its roots, I felt something I hadn’t felt in a long time.
Peace.
Grandma may not have been there anymore.
But in her own quiet way, she had still protected us.
