PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

for her folder.

“Finally.”

Amelia looked nervous.

“Do we have to run the company?”

Savannah shook her head.

“No. You have to understand it. Ownership is not a crown. It’s a promise.”

Grace opened her folder.

“Grandpa wrote something?”

Savannah nodded.

Inside each folder was a letter Andrew had written before he died. One for any future grandchild. He had not continue reading …