My grandmother looked at me.Track Pregnancy
“Emily, there’s something you deserve to know about your mother, your father, and this house.”
My heart pounded.
“What is it?”
She took a breath.
“Your mother was my only daughter. She inherited a substantial trust from her grandfather, and before she married your father, she established a separate fund for your future. Your education, your housing, and your independence were all supposed to be protected.”
I stared at her.
“Then why did Dad say we couldn’t afford things? Why did I have to beg for new clothes? Why did he make me stay home to look after Ethan’s children?”
My grandmother’s eyes hardened.
“Because the money was never used the way it was supposed to be.”
She slid a bank statement across the table.
The account had been established in my name.
There were years of transactions, withdrawals, and transfers I couldn’t begin to understand.
