At My Grandma’s Funeral, I Saw My Mom Hide Something in the Coffin—What I Found Shocked Me

The years stretch out, the tone changing from worry to wrath to resignation.

One letter cited a family gathering when Mom had promised she was no longer gambling.

That evening, I recalled she had appeared so real, tears running down her face as she hugged Grandma. I now questioned if those tears were genuine or merely another show. Grandma’s last letter caused me to stop breathing:

“Queen Victoria,

You have chosen well. I have made my. Everything I own will go to Emerald; the one person I have seen demonstrate true love—not merely treated me as a personal bank. Though you might believe you have got away with it all, I guarantee you have not. The truth shows itself constantly.

Remember when Emerald was small and you accused me of showing preferences? I loved you less than I loved her, you said. Actually, I loved you both differently yet equally. She loved me back without restrictions, without asking anything in return, so different.

I am in love with you still. Always loved you. I can not trust you, though.

MomAs I opened the last letter, my hands started to shake. This one came from my mother to Grandma, dated barely two days ago following Grandma’s passing. Sharp, aggressive strokes across the paper revealed the handwriting.

‘Mom,

okay. You succeed. I’ll confess it. I picked the money. I demanded it. You never known what it was like to experience that surge, that yearning. Yet guess what? Your brilliant little scheme is useless. Emerald loved me. She will provide for anything I ask for. Considering her fortune. Since she loves me. I still win thus at last.