PART 3
I stared at him.
“And then?”
“Then he said something that bothered me.”
Daniel paused.
“He said, ‘You don’t understand. That car belongs to my family. My mother isn’t in a position to make decisions anymore.’”
I felt something cold move through my chest.
My family.
Not my car.
Not my money.
My family.
As if being my son automatically gave him ownership of everything I had spent seventy-nine years building.
Daniel took a breath.
“I told him that the registration was in your name, and if he had a problem with the sale, he should speak to you. Then he got quiet.”
“Kevin doesn’t like being told no,” I said.
Daniel gave a small, understanding nod.
“I noticed.”
He picked up his hat from the chair.
“There’s something else, Peggy.
When I told him I had already returned the money to you, he asked me whether I had counted it.”
My heart began beating faster.
“What did you say?”
“I told him I had counted it twice.”
I closed my eyes.
Daniel continued.
“Then he asked whether I had seen the envelopes inside the towel.”
I opened my eyes again.
Envelopes?
I had never mentioned envelopes to him.
I looked at the grocery bag.
“Walt…”
My late husband’s name came out almost without sound.
Daniel noticed my expression.
“Was there something else in there?”
I slowly pulled the towel away from the money.
The bills were exactly where I had left them. Neatly bundled, held together with old rubber bands.
But beneath the final bundle, I saw something I hadn’t noticed when Daniel first handed me the bag.
A small brown envelope.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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