My Grandma Left Two Identical Blue Velvet Boxes for My Sister and Me – When My Sister Opened Hers, She Went Pale

can have that. But that means…”

She turned toward her own box.

The greed on her face was almost humiliating to watch.

“That means mine is the apartment,” she said quickly. “Downtown. The one with the doorman.”

She snapped open the latch.

For half a second, her expression did not change.

Bright. Eager. Victorious.

Then her eyes fell to the object inside, and continue reading …