“You, Ms. Grambs, have been named in my grandfather’s will. The reading is tomorrow,” Grayson explains, leaning towards you, his elbows propped on principal Altman’s desk. You glance over at Libby—your older sister—in disbelief.

“You didn’t tell me about this?” You ask her, brows furrowed.

“I-I thought it was a scam,” she admits.

“If you two are going to make it in time, we’ll need to leave right away. Packing and transportation have been organized,” Grayson explains.