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Chapter Sixteen: Disagreement

Dis•a•gree•ment

Noun

Lack of consensus or approval.

I hid the letter. I had seen it in the mailbox and I knew it was grandpa's letter. I saw the cars parked outside and knew everyone inside would be arguing.

I slipped in, and went straight upstairs while trying to avoid the creaking steps.

I went to my bathroom and locked the door behind me.

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and opened the letter.

'Ann,

Happy belated eighteenth birthday. I hope your day was full of smiles and cake. I wonder how many books you received. I think it would be many.

I understand that today my will was read. I want you to know that this is for the absolute best. It was what I wanted.

Grandma has her own funds. I made sure she would be comfortable.

I'm sure you have many questions on why I would do such a thing even though you and I never liked to speak about money.

I have created a bank account for yourself and Finnick since I may have stolen a signature off of one of your pages and gotten finnicks signature, acting as if I wanted to see what it looked like. The money will be moved into there.

This money is to help pay for both of your educations, and then for adventures. Continue to be frugal, you may have enough to spend on a home someday.

I understand that you and Finnick will both own the Bronco and my possessions I left in the storage locker. Look after them and let Finnick have a drive in the bronco. I think he would like it very much.

I hope that by doing this, you and Finnick will have nothing holding your back from beginning your life as adventurers.

With much love,

Grandpa.'

I felt that was very kind of him. He put an incredible amount of hope into our relationship, but I thought that was kind too.

I laid in bed that night with all of the family still ruffled up about me and Hayden getting all of the assets. Claire wasn't in my room and they were planning to be leaving at any moment.

I laid, wondering about Finnick and if he was okay. I wondered what his letter told him.

It was when he called me anyways.

"What did your letter say?" He asked, cutting straight to the chase since we both knew we had questions.

"He made us a bank account by taking our signatures."

It was all I really could think of to say first.

"Yeah. He told me that too. He said he wants the money to go towards finishing school and adventures."

I told him that it was what he said to me too.

"He really thinks we're gonna last forever, huh?" I asked Finn.

There was a pause. "I thought you wanted us to last forever." He said with a quieter tone, as if he wasn't trying to let anyone in his house hear that.

"I do." I truly did. I wasn't sure what I would do without him.

"Why did you say it as if you think we won't then?" He asked.

I felt bad for upsetting him. "Im sorry if I-" he stopped me.

"Please answer my question."

"I didn't mean to make it sound like that. I just... we've only been dating for four months. I just thought that if he changed his will a couple months ago, that he must believe in us."