Our Future
A few days later I showed Lily and Jacob the letter Mr. Dean sent.
“Are we really allowed to accept this, Gran?” Jacob asked.
“Yes, my sweetheart,” I said gently. “You both deserve it.”
Sometimes I drive past the small rental townhouse where Maribelle lives now.
I don’t stop.
I don’t stare.
I simply remind myself that my family is safe.
At night our house is warm with the twins’ laughter.
I am not only their grandmother.
I am their home.
And every month, just as promised, Mr. Dean’s check arrives.
The twins’ college funds wait quietly for whatever dreams Lily and Jacob decide to chase.
After everything we’ve endured, we don’t just have a roof over our heads anymore.
We have a future.
