I Faked My Own Funeral to See Who Still Cared—Then My Granddaughter Revealed a Secret That Broke My Heart

Mom’s spare key?”

Nancy frowned.

“No. I thought you had it.”

“I need to get into her desk.”

Tyler immediately spoke up.

“For what?”

Nancy snapped toward him.

“Adult matters.”

Tyler flushed.

“Can we maybe talk about Grandma first?”

Silence settled across the room.

Nancy’s jaw tightened.

“Tyler, not now.”

“Why not?” he asked. “Nobody’s even said they miss her.”

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