Life began to settle into a rhythm. She worked hard, studied at night, and still helped around the house. One weekend, she insisted on buying groceries with her own money. Watching her swipe her debit card felt like watching someone climb a mountain.
Later, she came to me with tears in her eyes. “I want to pay rent,” she said.
She insisted until we settled on her covering the water bill. It was a small step, but she carried it like a victory.
Then one afternoon, while going through old boxes in the attic, I stumbled across an envelope in my late husband’s handwriting: For when we’re gone.
Inside was a letter and a check for $15,000.
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