Losing my job and my boyfriend in the same day was bad enough. But when my father passed away, I felt truly alone. At the will reading, my sister, Synthia, took the family home without hesitation, leaving me with only an old apiary.
She laughed when I asked where I was supposed to live. “The barn’s all yours,” she said, as if it were a joke.
With nowhere else to go, I moved into the barn, determined to prove her wrong. I knew nothing about beekeeping, but I wasn’t about to give up. Greg, my father’s old beekeeper, reluctantly agreed to teach me. The bees terrified me at first, but slowly, I learned to work with them.
Then, one night, a fire nearly destroyed everything. The neighbors rushed to help, saving the hives while Synthia watched from the house. Afterward, Greg told me to check the hives carefully.
Hidden inside one of them was a letter from my father—the real will. The house was mine all along.
When I showed Synthia, she had no choice but to accept the truth. I could have kicked her out, but instead, I offered to share the property. She agreed, though she refused to go near the bees.
What started as a cruel twist of fate became a new beginning—one I never saw coming.
