Her eyes swollen from crying.
“I heard you and Mark in the kitchen,” she said quietly. “Months ago. You told him you were burning out, that your back hurt every shift. That you didn’t know how much longer you could keep going.”
“Lily…”
“So I picked up extra shifts. I found a lawyer pro bono. I wanted to change my name to yours before my birthday, put the money into a trust, and continue adding to it, so you could stop working so hard.”
