Hannah Rose reached for her hand. We need to talk. The seriousness in her voice immediately raised alarm. Grandma, don’t scare me. Rose managed a faint smile. I’m not dying. The attempt at humor failed. Neither of them laughed. Instead, Rose glanced toward the closed door, then lowered her voice. There are things your grandfather wanted you to know. Hannah’s heart skipped.
The mysterious text instantly came back to her mind. Rose slowly explained. Decades earlier, Walter Brooks had purchased the land for a reason nobody understood. At the time, experts believed the area would never develop. Businesses ignored it. Investors laughed at it. Even friends questioned his judgment. But Walter saw something others didn’t.
A future transportation corridor. a future expansion route for the city and eventually a future commercial hub. He spent years researching it,” Rose said softly. “How did he know?” He paid attention when nobody else did. A flashback unfolded in Hannah’s mind through Rose’s words. Walter sitting at the kitchen table late at night.
