“That’s —”
“That’s not all.”
Clara placed the third document on the counter.
A bank statement.
Eighteen years of deposits — every month, without fail — into an account in Sophie’s name.
“What is this?” Sophie picked it up.
“Your college fund.
I started it the month you were born.
I never missed a payment.
Even when I was working three jobs.
Even when I couldn’t pay my own rent on time.”
Sophie looked at the numbers.
Her mouth opened, then closed.
“Grandma told me she paid for my college.
