That afternoon, they sat across from the lawyer. A sealed envelope rested on the desk.
“I’m sorry,” Jonathan said softly. “Mr. Turner passed away two weeks ago.”
Mason shook his head. “No…”
Jonathan slid the envelope toward them. “He left this for you.”
Ethan opened it.
“My dear Ethan and Mason,
If you’re reading this, I’m gone. I’m sorry I disappeared—I was afraid to tell you the truth.
I wasn’t always a poor old man. I once ran a company worth millions. But my family never loved me—they loved my money. So I walked away. I bought that trailer and lived simply. But I was still alone.
Then you found me. You helped me with nothing to gain. You made me feel like I mattered.
Thank you for giving me the love I never had. Thank you for being the grandsons I dreamed of.
With all my love,
Turner.”
Jonathan cleared his throat. “He also left each of you $150,000 so you can become teachers.”
Ethan covered his mouth, crying. Mason whispered, “We didn’t do it for money.”
“I know,” the lawyer said. “That’s why he chose you.”