Across campus, Hannah entered her classroom completely unaware that the richest man in the city had once built entire mornings around seeing her for less than 60 seconds. And hidden inside her old backpack was a document she had not yet read carefully. A document connected to her late grandfather. A document that would soon attract dangerous attention.
A document capable of changing both their lives forever. The document remained buried inside Hannah’s backpack all day. She had received it from her grandmother that morning and barely glanced at it before rushing to class. To Hannah, it looked like another stack of boring paperwork. To someone else, it would have looked very different because hidden among those pages was a property record connected to land her late grandfather had purchased decades earlier.
Land nobody in the family had thought about for years. Land that would soon become the center of everything. But Hannah knew none of that. At lunchtime, she sat alone beneath a large oak tree near the college library, reviewing lecture notes while eating a simple peanut butter sandwich. Her phone buzzed. A text from her grandmother. Don’t forget to pick up my medicine after work. Love you.
