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Her bedroom door opened. She was wearing a set of Warriors PJs.

“What are you doing here so late?”

I sighed. “I’m just getting home from work. I thought I’d stop in.” I gave her a gentle squeeze.

“You were at the office this late?

I nodded. “Yes. I can't seem to get out of all the meetings.”

She shook her head. “This shouldn’t have happened. Never should have happened. It’s not right.”

“I’m fine, Grammy. Really. It’s going to take me a little while to figure everything out. But I’ll get it. Please don't worry about me.”

Her eyebrows rose. “It’s only been two days and you haven’t made it home before 10 o'clock. This is too much for you. I’ve never been happy about this arrangement. The lawyers have no idea what they’re doing.”

I put a hand on her shoulder to try to calm her. She had been worked up ever since Granddad’s death. She was constantly agitated and annoyed. Everything irritated her. I hadn’t seen her shed a single tear. Her grief seemed to surface in bouts of anger.

“I have to do this. Who else is going to run the Warriors?”

I looked to her for an answer. If she had one, I’d take it. Just one suggestion. One idea. One way to get me out of that damn office. There was a reason I wasn't a business major. I’d trade the spreadsheets for a brush in an instant if I could. But we had been round and round with the legal team. The will was explicit. I was listed as the sole heir of the Warriors. So much for being the little sister.

She stood on her tip toes to kiss me on the cheek, as her frail hands wrapped around my shoulders. “Don’t work too hard. And don’t stay in that office this late tomorrow,” she directed. “I’m going to call and check on you.”

“I’ll try better tomorrow,” I promised. “Sleep well. I'm headed home.”

“Vanessa?”

I stopped on the staircase. “What is it?”

“Have you tried to call Danny?”

I knew that was the last shred of hope she was holding out for. As if my older brother was going to swoop in here and suddenly give a shit about anything related to the McCades. He hadn’t bothered in five years.

“No, Grammy. I left him a message about the funeral. He didn’t come. I think we need to accept he’s not coming back to Texas, and certainly not back to Austin.” I didn’t mean to sound so harsh.

“Fine. But I might try him myself.”

I exhaled. I didn’t want her to keep getting her hopes up. He was only going to disappoint her. Hurt her more than she was already hurting. One of these days she would let go of the anger and show us how vulnerable she was without my grandfather.

“Good night.” I waved, descending the rest of the way down the stairs. Gretchen smiled as I walked outside.

Five minutes later, I walked through my house, turning on the lights. I loved my little ranch. Well it was 3000 ft.² but, compared to the main house it was tiny. Zeus ran up to me.

“Hey, boy.” I kneeled to nuzzle in his neck.

“I bet you're hungry.” I walked to the pantry where I kept his food.

I couldn't keep working all day like this, leaving him cooped up inside. He was a ranch dog. Ok, maybe more of an oversized lap dog, but he liked to run. He loved chasing a tennis ball. I felt like I hadn’t spent any time with him lately.

“I promise tomorrow will be better. I promise.”

I kept making promises to people. I was wondering if I could keep any of them.

I was startled when I heard the speaker buzz in the kitchen. I walked to the video screen, and tapped the confirmation button. “Yes?”

“Miss Vanessa, you have a visitor.” It was George at the main gate.

It was nearly 10:30. “A visitor, this late? Who is it?” I asked.