Life has a way of turning upside down when you least expect it. One day, I had a job, a home, and a sense of stability. The next, I lost it all—my job, my boyfriend, and worst of all, my father.
At the will reading, my sister, Synthia, made it clear she thought I deserved nothing. The house went to her, while I was left with an old apiary—a collection of beehives I knew nothing about. Synthia smirked as if she had won, telling me I could sleep in the barn if I wanted to stay.
With no other options, I moved into the rundown barn, determined to make the best of it. I met Greg, a gruff beekeeper who had worked with my father. He doubted I’d last a day around the bees, but I was stubborn. Day by day, I learned—how to handle the hives, how to spot the queen, how to ignore the fear of being stung.
Then, disaster struck. A fire broke out near the barn, threatening the hives. Neighbors rushed to help, saving the bees while Synthia watched from the house, unmoved. After the flames died down, Greg hinted that I should inspect the hives carefully.
That’s when I found it—a hidden letter from my father. Inside was the real will, revealing that the house was always meant to be mine.
When I confronted Synthia, she had no choice but to accept the truth. I offered her a deal—we could run the place together, as family. She agreed, though she swore she’d never touch the bees.
In the end, I didn’t just inherit an apiary—I uncovered my father’s final gift and reclaimed what was rightfully mine.
