But Grandma’s written statement of intent could be significant.
So we filed through the appropriate process and allowed the court to determine ownership.
While that happened, I began researching the property itself.
I had helped Grandma maintain it two summers earlier.
I knew it needed work.
But it was in an excellent location near the Carolina coast.
Private dock.
Walking distance to newer developments.
Good bones.
Instead of seeing an immediate sale, I saw possibility.
Jordan called.
I let it go to voicemail.
“Mom said you’re helping with the beach house. Great. We’ve been researching it and it may be worth more than we thought. If you can move things along quickly, we’ll make sure you get a bigger share.”
A bigger share.
Of the property Grandma had said she wanted me to have.
Then Paige texted.
“Caleb, I’ve thought about everything. Sorry if I was out of line about the vacation. Leah is great. Let’s move forward.”
The timing was almost impressive.
I didn’t answer either of them.
Instead, I looked into local regulations.
I learned that the property could potentially operate as a legal short-term rental after the proper permits and improvements.
That gave me an idea.
Not revenge.
A long-term plan.
If the property legally became mine, I could restore it.
Preserve it.
And turn it into something that generated ongoing income instead of selling Grandma’s home immediately.
