As My Family Fought Over an Inheritance, Grandma’s Dog Led Me to a Hidden Truth
The graveyard felt less like a place of mourning and more like a stage for unspoken calculation. As Grandma Cassandra was lowered into the earth, I stood apart from the rest of the family, my fingers wrapped around the worn leather leash of Berta. Berta, a golden retriever whose muzzle had faded to winter white,…