needed to prove she could make money.
Because she wanted to.
Paige insisted on repaying the $120,000 connected to her house.
Lauren refused.
“You didn’t steal it.”
“It was yours.”
“Then consider this my choice.”
That word mattered now.
Choice.
Rebecca gave Lauren decades of letters Richard had written.
My wife read them slowly.
Some hurt.
Some healed things.
Most did both.
Her father had died believing she wanted nothing to do with him.
That was the one thing no amount of money could repair.
But inside the trust
