I should have felt gratitude. Part of me did. $80,000 would change everything.
But a knot formed in my chest.
This was the same couple who insisted we split the bill at Victor’s 13th birthday dinner just two months earlier. The same ones who’d forgotten our anniversary three years in a row. The same in-laws who once warned Tanner that “helping too much” would make us dependent.
And now—suddenly—they were handing over 80 grand?
It didn’t add up.
“Thank you,” I said. “Truly. This means a lot.”
Victor raised his glass. “To our grandson’s future.”
We all sipped. Except Victor. He hadn’t touched his juice.
“Aren’t you excited, sweetheart?” I asked.
He looked up, eyes far older than 13. “Yeah,” he said softly. “Thanks, Grandma… Grandpa.”
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