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Сестра вигнала мене з дому після смерті батька, але вона не знала, що він це передбачив.
Сестра вигнала мене з дому після смерті батька, але вона не знала, що він це передбачив.
Коли батько Дарії помер, її світ розвалився: вона втратила дім, відчуття приналежності до сім’ї та сестру, яка ніколи не була поруч. Залишившись лише з кількома особистими речами і старим годинником, вона вважала, що досягла дна. Але її батько все завбачив. У його останньому подарунку був прихований секрет, що переверне все догори дригом і покаже, хто дійсно буде на вершині.
До смерті мого батька в нашому домі жили лише ми троє — він, я (17 років) і моя старша сестра (35 років). Але якщо бути чесною, вона була майже відсутня. Вона ставилася до дому як до тимчасового прихистку, а не до справжньої домівки.
Двотижневої давнини його не стало. Ми були неймовірно близькі, на відміну від моєї сестри, яка завжди трималась осторонь.
А потім заповіт усе змінив.
У офісі юриста я дізналась правду: батько повністю залишив дім сестрі. А мені? Все, що я отримала, — це його старовинний годинник.
Як тільки я взяла його до рук, емоції переповнили мене. Це був не просто годинник — здавалось, що частина його життя все ще зі мною.
Кілька днів ми співіснували під одним дахом. Потім, без попередження, сестра повернулася до мене і сказала: “На цьому ми розходимося. Мені потрібно, щоб ти з’їхала”.
Я щойно повернулася з роботи і виявила, що мої речі вже зібрані й складені біля вхідних дверей.
У паніці я схопила телефон і набрала номер Михайла, нашого сімейного юриста. Я сказала йому, що сестра вигнала мене з дому і мені потрібна юридична порада.
Але замість занепокоєння він засміявся.
“Не можу повірити! Все відбувається саме так, як передбачав ваш батько. Завітайте завтра до мене в офіс — мені потрібно показати вам дещо важливе”.
“Я забронюю для вас номер у мотелі на ніч,” — додав він.
“Дякую,” — пробурмотіла я, все ще не оговтавшись.
Я майже не знала Михайла, але принаймні він, здається, мене підтримував. У той момент я відчула, що мені неймовірно пощастило, що він на моєму боці.
Тієї ночі я майже не спала.
Наступного ранку, змучена, але повна рішучості, я дісталася до офісу Михайла. Він зустрів мене теплою усмішкою.
“Твій батько був мудрим чоловіком, Дарія, — почав він. “Він знав, що Ольга, швидше за все, витіснить тебе, як тільки отримає контроль над домом. Ось чому він доручив мені підготувати це”.
Він поклав на стіл папку і відкрив її, показавши товсту стопку документів.
“Сім років тому ваш батько отримав значний спадок — майже два мільйони доларів. Він розділив його між вами і Ольгою”.
“Вона теж отримала частку?” запитала я, відчуваючи, як завмирає серце.
“Так, Дарія,” — підтвердив він. “Але за однієї умови — Ольга повинна погодитися розділити з тобою дім порівну. Якщо вона відмовиться, то не отримає взагалі нічого”.
Я, мабуть, виглядала приголомшеною, бо Михайло знову засміявся.
“І це ще не все,” — додав він. “Твій батько залишив тобі ось це”.
Він простягнув мені написаного від руки листа. Я впізнала знайомий почерк батька.
Дарія, моя люба донечко,
Я знаю Ольгу, люба. Я достеменно знаю, що вона спробує зробити. Але ти завжди була розумнішою. Гроші лежать у банківській скриньці — використовуй їх розумно, моя дорога.
Я люблю тебе більше всього на світі.
— Тато
Я зняла з зап’ястя батьків годинник і перевернула його. На задній кришці були вигравірувані чотири маленькі цифри.
Код.
Ольга успадкувала дім, але разом із ним прийшла лавина боргів. І ось тепер вона вигнала єдину людину, яка могла врятувати її від фінансового краху.
Через кілька днів, коли я ще жила в готелі, задзвонив телефон. На екрані висвітився ім’я Ольги.
“Алло?” відповіла я, мій голос був солодко-ніжним.
“Дарія,” — пролепетала вона, її голос був різким від паніки. “Він тоне в боргах — тисячі і тисячі доларів…” Вона важко видихнула. “У тебе ж є гроші, правда? Ти повинна мені допомогти!”
Я посміхнулася сама до себе. “Я б допомогла тобі, Ольга,” — спокійно сказала я. “Можливо, якби ти краще до мене ставилась, коли ми були дітьми. Тоді, можливо, мені було б не все одно”.
На цьому я закінчила розмову.
Михайло вже допомагав мені шукати мебльовану квартиру.
Через кілька тижнів я оселилася в затишній маленькій студії у жвавому, мистецькому районі міста. Вона знаходилась недалеко від моєї школи та улюбленої кав’ярні, і я її обожнювала.
А що стосується Ольги? Я так і не дізналася, що з нею сталося. Але одного вечора, проходячи повз наш старий дім, я помітила у дворі табличку ПРОДАНО. Можливо, я повинна була відчувати провину. Але не відчувала. Без мого батька цей дім ніколи не був по-справжньому рідним.
Принаймні, якимось чином він все ще піклувався про мене — через Михайла.
Якби ви були на моєму місці, що б ви зробили?
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