I inherited my grandparents’ $900k estate, moved it into a trust—and the day my family arrived with a moving truck, a man in a navy suit stepped onto the porch My name’s Aiden. I’m thirty-two. The quiet one. The kid who says “it’s fine” and cleans up the mess. That’s what my family decided a long time ago. Then my grandparents passed and left me everything: the ivy-wrapped red-brick Victorian, the savings, the shares—just under nine hundred grand. Phones lit up. Cousins “checking in.” An aunt su