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“From now on, every dollar I save goes into an account for Max. When he turns 18, he’ll receive it directly from me. Not through you.”
Silence stretched thin, unbearable.
Thomas stared at his hands like he didn’t recognize them. Lila’s mouth opened, then closed. Max looked up, wide-eyed and confused.
“Are you mad, Grandma?”
I knelt instantly. “Not at you, sweetheart. Never at you.”
“Can we still use the walkie-talkies?”
I cupped his cheek gently.
“Every night, baby. That’s our special thing.”
At last, Thomas spoke, voice breaking. “Mom, please.
We’re sorry. We’ll pay it back.”
“With what money? The money you stole from me?”
