Face The Grief

Damion

He slowly nodded. “You heard me. Like I said, your grandpa, he was one smart son of a bitch. I tried to do what he did and lost money. He just had a knack for knowing what was a good bet and what wasn’t.”

“Wow,” I breathed. “I never knew. He never mentioned investing. You knew him. There was nothing about him that said he knew the first thing about investing.”

“He liked to keep his cards close to the vest.”

“Shit,” I said, my mind still trying to process everything. “He left it to me?”

Harvey waved the stack of papers. “It’s all right here.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what to say. Do I thank you? I feel like a shithead. I didn’t go to the man’s funeral. I don’t feel worthy.”

“Honestly, I don’t think he expected you to go to the funeral. He planned it all to keep you from having to relive that experience.”

I gulped down the lump in my throat. When Ann had died, I had been a wreck. My grandfather had flown out to be with me. I didn’t even remember the first few days after he