Prolog
I sit in the front row of chairs in the funeral home. My tearstained eyes stairing at my great Grandmothers casket as the preacher rambles on about god. That's all they ever talk about at funerals. God. Its all about god, never about the person who died. "I miss her." No! Clara you can't I think as my eyes fill with tears once again. Great grandma Jane.... "Clara?" Mom said, gently putting her hand on my shoulder. "Yeah mom?" Grandma's lawyer wants to talk to you." "What? Why would her lawyer want anything to do with me?" "I don't know. Please just go talk to him." I got up slowly and walked away from her. She tapped me and pointed out a man with bright blue eyes and waring a navy blue suit. He extends his hand out to me. "Hi. I'm Christopher Jankens, your great grandmothers lawyer. She has left some things for you in her will, but she says for you to open the onvilope when you're in a private setting." He holds out a manilla envelope and I carefully take it from him. "What could possibly be in here." I thaught.
