housing.”
“I didn’t want my business to become a family discussion.”
Melissa’s eyes filled with tears.
“Is that why you always had money?”
“Sometimes.”
“And all those times we asked for help…”
“I helped.”
Kyle looked uncomfortable.
“How much?”
I didn’t answer.
He asked again.
“How much did you give us?”
I looked at him.
“Enough.”
Melissa lowered her head.
And suddenly, the entire room became painfully quiet.
Because they were realizing something.
The person they had considered the least important member of the family had quietly been carrying far
