All twelve checks were there, untouched.
More than $30,000.
My hands trembled as I stared at them.
Nothing made sense.
The nurse had said Mom lived there for free.
Now I was holding every payment I had ever given her.
Why hadn’t she cashed them?
Why had she kept them hidden?
And most importantly…
Why hadn’t she told me?
The bathroom door opened.
I quickly slid the envelopes back into the knitting bag.
My stepmom walked out and immediately noticed the expression on my face.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then she looked at the slightly disturbed yarn in her bag.
Her shoulders dropped.
