I Thought My Grandfather Had Given Me $200—Until He Calmly Said The Gift Was Half A Million Dollars

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“How’s Denver treating you?” he asked.

“Good. Really good. Still catching the bad guys.”

“Always. That’s my grandson. Justice before everything.”

The words landed like a weight.

Olivia appeared from the kitchen, Chase trailing behind her. She’d lost weight. Her engagement ring threw tiny rainbows across the wall every time she moved her hand.

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