“My grandpa… the general… he’s gone,” I whispered, staring at the empty chair. Dad snorted, tossing me the envelope: “Guess he didn’t love you much.” I clenched it anyway. London. Rain. Cold. A driver in royal livery held a sign: ‘Ma’am, the Queen wants to see you.’ My heart stopped. Me? The Queen? What had I inherited… or stumbled into?
I never thought I’d hear the words that changed everything. “Your grandfather… General Howard… has passed away,” the lawyer said, flipping through the documents. I barely knew the man. Dad didn’t even bother to hide his smirk. “Guess he didn’t love you much,” he said, tossing me a thin envelope. Inside, there was a single…