Grandma Ruth’s hands trembled as Vivian shoved the document toward her. “Just sign, Mother. You’re confused. The bakery is bleeding money, and Ellie can’t run a lemonade stand, let alone a business.” Marcus added, “We’re doing this for you.” I watched Grandma’s pen hover, her eyes searching mine across the room. I gave her the smallest nod. She set the pen down. That’s when I stood up. “Before she signs anything,” I said, sliding a manila folder across the polished table, “there are a few documents the family should see.” Vivian rolled her eyes. “Ellie, sit down. The adults are talking.” I opened the folder anyway. Inside were three things. First: the bakery’s actual financial statements, which I had quietly managed for the last four years. Sweet Magnolia wasn’t bleeding money. We’d cleared $612,000 in profit last year alone, thanks to the wholesale contract I’d signed with two boutique hotels on King Street. Second: a notarized deed transfer from 2021, signed by Grandma in front of her own attorney, gifting full ownership of the bakery and the building to me, contingent on her lifetime care. Third: a handwriting analysis report on the power of attorney Vivian was waving around. Forged. Mr. Sterns, who’d been silent until now, cleared his throat. “Mrs. Calloway, Mr. Calloway, forging a power of attorney over an elder is a Class F felony in South Carolina. I’ve already forwarded copies to the Solicitor’s Office.” Vivian’s face went the color of buttermilk. Marcus stammered something about a misunderstanding. Grandma Ruth finally looked up, and for the first time in months, she smiled. “Ellie’s been signing my Christmas cards since she was six, sweetheart. Did you really think I wouldn’t know her handwriting, or that she wouldn’t know mine?” I drove Grandma home in my old pickup that afternoon. She squeezed my hand at every red light. The next morning at 4 a.m., we folded croissants together, the way we always had, while the sun came up over Charleston.
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