My sister threw me out of the house after our father died

Matthew nodded. “But now comes the highlight: if Charlotte refuses to share the house with you, she gets nothing.”

The realization struck me like a thunderclap.

Matthew pushed another piece of paper across the table: a letter in dad’s handwriting. My hands were shaking when I opened it.

“Dawn, my darling,
I know Charlotte. I know what she’s gonna do. But you’re smarter than her. The money is in the locker. Deal with it wisely.

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I love you above all.
– Papa”

I couldn’t believe it. “But I don’t know the code for the locker,” I whispered.

Matthew smiled. “That’s true. Your father left you a clue.”

I took the watch off my wrist and turned it around. On the back, barely visible, were four tiny scratches. A code.

I felt a touch of triumph. My father really thought of everything.