I Married My Best Friend’s Grandfather For Money

me.

“Open it.”

My hands were shaking. I undid the clasp and pulled out a stack of papers. On top was a photograph – black and white, creased down the middle.

A young woman. Maybe twenty. Sitting on a porch step, holding a baby wrapped in a yellow blanket. She was laughing.

She looked exactly like me.

Not similar. Not resembling. Exactly like me. Same jawline.continue reading …