Chapter 2: I Had Not Come Empty-Handed

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a folded envelope.

Jessica’s eyes dropped to it immediately.

Susan’s expression hardened.

Good.

They knew paperwork when they saw it.

“Before I drove here,” I said, “I checked the accounts.”

Jessica’s face went pale.

“Daniel—”

“I checked the transfers. I checked the pharmacy records. I checked the repair invoices you sent me.”

Susan stepped forward.

“You had no right.”

I looked at her.

“No right?”

Then I unfolded the first paper.

“I paid for this house.”

I unfolded the second.

“I paid the taxes.”

Then the third.

“I paid for the medicine that somehow never reached the pharmacy.”

My father made a broken sound behind me.

I did not turn around.

If I looked at him, I might lose the calm I was holding with both hands.

Jessica’s voice became small.

“We can explain.”

“No,” I said. “You can’t.”

Because some things are not mistakes.

Some things are choices.

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