My Stepmom Blocked Me From Dad’s Will Reading—Until I Handed the Lawyer a Paper That Wiped the Smile Off Her Face

The caller ID showed “Riverside Memorial Hospital,” which immediately sent my pulse racing since I knew no one currently hospitalized. “Ms. Sinclair?” The voice belonged to a woman who sounded professionally trained to deliver bad news gently.

“This is Patricia Wells from Riverside Memorial. I’m calling about your grandfather, Theodore Ashford. He’s asked us to contact you.”

The name hit me like ice water.

Theodore Ashford was my mother’s father, a man I hadn’t spoken to in over fifteen years, not since the explosive argument that had severed our relationship when I was nineteen. He was also, according to everything I had been told by my family, someone who wanted nothing to do with me. “I think there’s been a mistake,” I said carefully.

“Mr. Ashford and I… we don’t have a relationship.”

“Sir specifically asked for Penelope Sinclair,” the nurse replied with gentle certainty. “He said you were his granddaughter, and that it was urgent that you come to see him.

He’s in intensive care, and his condition is quite serious.”

The conversation lasted another five minutes, during which I learned that Theodore had suffered a severe stroke three days earlier, that his prognosis was uncertain, and that I was the only family member he had requested to see. No mention of my mother, Patricia, or my aunt Caroline, both of whom lived within driving distance of the hospital. Just me, the granddaughter who had supposedly been written out of the family fifteen years ago.

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