When Dawn’s father passes away, she loses everything—her home, her family, and the sister who never truly cared for her. Thrown out with nothing but her belongings and an old watch, she believes it is the end. But her father had planned for everything. Hidden in his final gift is a secret that will alter the course of her life… and reveal who truly prevails in the end.
A House Without a Heart
I always understood my sister, Charlotte, did not care about me. But I never imagined she would kick me out a mere two weeks after our father’s funeral.
For as long as I could remember, it had been just the three of us—Dad, Charlotte, and me. Well… mostly Dad and me. Charlotte, at 35, had never really been a part of the family. She lived in Dad’s house, but it was never her home. She was constantly out. Sometimes it was parties, sometimes with friends, or chasing the next “big opportunity,” as she always said.
“I am meant for so much more, Dawn,” she would say. “I am destined for a bigger life. Not some small existence where no one even knows my name. Perhaps you will understand someday.”
She treated our house like a temporary stop, appearing only when she required something—typically when she was low on money. I, on the other hand… I was 17 and had never known anything outside those walls. I had been Dad’s shadow, following him around the house, helping him with repairs, and cooking dinner when he came home from work.
“Home-cooked meals are the best, Dawn,” he would tell me. “No matter how tired you are, always prepare something for yourself.”
“Do instant noodles count?” I asked him once. All I remember from that conversation was the way he looked at me and laughed.
Growing up, I always wondered if Charlotte resented me. She was already eighteen when I was born, a legal adult with her whole life ahead of her. And I… I was simply the baby that arrived later. I was the surprise Mom did not even bother staying for. But Dad? He adored me.
“Dawn, you were the dawn of a new beginning, my love,” he would say. “You were the greatest surprise of my life—and I welcomed you with everything I had.”
Perhaps that is part of it. Perhaps that is why Charlotte behaved the way she did. By the time I was old enough to truly know her, she was already pulling away. She did not see me as a sister—not really. More like an inconvenience in her life. A kid showing up where she was not wanted.
She never read me stories or played with me. When Dad took us out for ice cream, she barely looked up from her phone. But still, I thought perhaps—just perhaps—she cared. That she would be there when it truly mattered. But I was so wrong. And then Dad died. And everything in my life fell apart.
A Final Surprise
Two weeks after the funeral, we sat in the lawyer’s office. Charlotte was well-dressed, but she showed little sadness. If anything, she looked bored. It appeared as though this was all just a waste of her time. She stared at her nails while we waited for Dad’s will to be read. I sat stiffly beside her, my hands clenched in my lap. I did not know how to feel or what to think, other than I was drowning in grief.
The lawyer cleared his throat. “I am sorry, ladies,” he said. “I had to take that call. Now, let’s get back to business.”
Charlotte finally looked up, acknowledging him at last. “The house goes to Charlotte,” he said. My stomach churned. I was not going to argue… but why? Why would my father do this to me?
“And for you,” the lawyer turned to me, “your father left this.” He handed me a small box. I knew what was inside before I even opened it. It was old, scratched, and barely functional. But for as long as I could remember, I had seen it on my father’s wrist.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. Charlotte scoffed. “Seriously? His watch?” she laughed. “Goodness, even dead, Dad still plays favorites.” I ignored her. My fingers traced the worn leather strap of the watch. It smelled like him. I did not care about the house. I did not care about the belongings. I simply wanted my dad back. How was I supposed to attend college without him?
For the next few days, we continued living under the same roof. We barely spoke. I went to school. I worked my shift at the café after class. Then I came home. It was a routine, and I held on to it as if my life depended on it. Because without it… I would be consumed by grief.
Then, one night, I came home from my shift at the café and found all my things packed by the front door—including my guitar. Charlotte was standing in the hallway with her arms crossed. She had a smug smile on her face.
“All finished!” she said cheerfully. “This is where our paths diverge, Dawn. I need you to go.”
“What?” I blinked slowly, as if I were in a dream, trying to awaken.
“You heard me, little sister,” she said, gesturing toward my bags. “This house is mine. You heard the lawyer. And I am done taking care of you.”
I could barely breathe. It felt as though all the organs in my body were slowly shutting down. “Charlotte,” I said. “I have nowhere to go.”
“Not my problem!” she said brightly. “You will have to figure it out for yourself.”
I felt my eyes stinging, but I refused to cry in front of her. “Are you really doing this? To me?” I whispered, trying to hold back the tears.
She smiled with satisfaction. “Maybe you should have been kinder to me as we were growing up, little sister,” she said. “Then maybe I would feel bad about this.”
I picked up the phone with trembling hands and called our lawyer. When he answered, everything poured out.
“Dawn!” he said, sounding surprised. “What can I do for you?”
“Charlotte kicked me out of the house!” I said. “What should I do?”
There was a pause. And then… he laughed.
“I cannot believe it!” he said. “Everything is happening exactly as your father predicted. Come to my office tomorrow. I have something for you.”
What could he possibly have for me? “I will book you a motel for the night,” he said. “Or a boarding house. Give me ten minutes, I will send you a car and the address.”
I sat on the porch and waited for his message. When the car arrived, I got in and watched as the driver took me to a small, charming bed and breakfast. “Here you go, miss,” he said, setting down my bags.
How had I arrived at this point? How had everything fallen apart so quickly? I was unpacking my pajamas when the owner appeared at the door.
“Dawn?” she asked. “Matthew asked me to bring you some dinner. I have mac and cheese and a salad.”
I could not believe how fortunate I was to have such a lawyer. I did not know him well, but at least he was looking out for me. I barely slept that night. The next morning, I dragged myself into Matthew’s office, exhausted and numb. He greeted me with a warm smile.
“Sit down, sweetheart,” he said. “You are going to want to be seated for this.”
He slid a folder across the desk. “Your father was a clever man, Dawn,” he said. “He knew Charlotte would likely kick you out the moment she gained control of the house.”
“He knew?” I swallowed hard.
“That is why he had me create this document,” he said. Matthew opened the folder, revealing a stack of papers. “Seven years ago, your father inherited a large sum of money—nearly two million dollars. It came from a distant relative who had no children, but your dad cared for her when she needed help.”
“Yes, he never told either of you. But I am sure he had his reasons. Now, here is the important detail, Dawn. Your father split the money between you and Charlotte.”
“She receives a share too?” I asked slowly, my heart sinking.
“Yes, Dawn. But there is a condition. Charlotte has to share the house with you—on an equal basis.”
I sat up straighter. Suddenly, it felt as though there was a way out of this predicament. “If your sister refuses, she gets absolutely nothing.”
He must have noticed the shock on my face because he laughed. “There is more,” he continued. “Your father left you this.” He slid a letter across the table. My hands shook as I opened it. It was my dad’s handwriting.
I know Charlotte, sweetheart. I know what she will do. But you are more intelligent than her. You always have been. The money is in a safety deposit box. Use it with wisdom, my daughter. I love you more than anything.
I stared at the bank account details, but I froze. “I do not know the code to the safety deposit box,” I whispered.
“The watch,” he said simply. I took off Dad’s watch and turned it over. On the back were tiny scratches. Four digits, faint but still visible.
“Your dad was a genius, Dawn.”
I could not help it. I laughed—for real, for the first time since he had died. Charlotte had the house… but also all the debt. And she had just kicked out the one person who could have saved her from losing everything.
A New Beginning
A few days later, I was still at the bed and breakfast when Charlotte called me. I let it ring while I went to get myself a glass of water.
“Hello?” I answered sweetly.
“You knew, didn’t you?” she snapped.
“Knew what?” I asked.
“The house,” she spat. “The lawyer just called me. There are debts. So many. Like thousands of dollars. If they are not paid, the house will be seized, Dawn. And you…” she let out a shaky breath. “You have the money, don’t you?”
I leaned back in a chair, spinning my father’s watch around my wrist. “Maybe I do…” I said. “But we do not exactly have a great history, do we? You kicked me out.”
“You have to help me!” she finally said.
“I would have helped you, Charlotte,” I said. “If you had been kinder to me while we were growing up, sister. Maybe then I would feel bad.”
I was going to stay at the bed and breakfast a little longer. Matthew was helping me find a furnished apartment.
“Something small will be perfect,” he said. “You have a few months before college, Dawn. There is no need to tie yourself to a large house. An apartment is best. You will be eighteen soon, and then you can do whatever you want. For now, concentrate on school.”
“Thank you for assisting me,” I said. “I would be lost without you.”
“Dawn, your father spoke to me about you, and how difficult your sister made life for you. Especially after your mother left the family. I promised him I would look after you.”
A few weeks later, I was in my little studio apartment in an artistic part of the city. It was close to school and the café, and I loved it. I do not know what happened to Charlotte, but one afternoon I passed by our old house and saw a SOLD sign on the front lawn.
Perhaps I should have felt bad, but I did not. It was not my home without my dad. And at least, he was still looking out for me—even if it was through Matthew.
