I was asking questions.”
Vivian closed her eyes.
Paige continued.
“When I was twenty-four, I asked Mom about an old statement I found. Two weeks later the money appeared in my account.”
Lauren looked at their mother.
“And you thought I’d never ask?”
Vivian’s composure finally cracked.
“You were different.”
There it was.
Lauren’s eyes hardened.
“How?”
“You were always emotional. Idealistic. You would have wasted it.”
“On what?”
“I don’t know!”
“School? A house? A business?”
Vivian raised her voice.
“I was raising two children alone!”
“No,” Lauren said.