Long day when, isn’t it? Hannah laughed. Rose reached for Hannah’s hand. One glance was enough to reveal the fatigue beneath her granddaughter’s smile. The sight brought back memories. Years ago, after Hannah’s parents died, Rose often woke up in the middle of the night to find the little girl crying quietly beneath her blanket, not wanting to be a burden, not wanting anyone to worry.
Even as a child, Hannah carried pain silently. That same habit remained today. As they talked, Rose suddenly remembered the document she had given Hannah. “Did you look at those papers?” Hannah groaned. Not yet. You should. Why? Rose hesitated. A strange expression crossed her face. It belonged to your grandfather. That answer seemed simple.
But beneath it hid a story Hannah had never fully heard. A story about land. A story about promises. A story that would soon become impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, across town, Marcus sat inside an expensive penthouse apartment overlooking the city skyline. Several papers lay spread across his dining table.
