At My 16th Birthday, My Dad Threw $10 At Me And Told Me To Get Out. I Smiled — And Handed Him An Envelope He Was Never Meant To See.

“Still,” Vicki said, “seventeen thousand in one month—”

“Was necessary,” Lester cut her off. “Knox needed that hockey camp, and the Range Rover wasn’t going to pay for itself. Besides, there’s plenty left. The old man set up that trust with over three hundred grand. Even after all these years, there’s still enough to keep us comfortable.”

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