Then my eyes locked onto the number.
$62,000.
My breath caught.
“Take another look inside.”
I looked up at Carter, thinking there had to be some mistake.
“This… this isn’t—”
“It is,” he said gently. “Every dollar he saved.”
I shook my head, my hands trembling as I picked it up.
“No… I don’t understand.”
The lawyer pulled out a folded document and set it beside the check.
“Arthur left instructions. He wanted this to go to you. No conditions.”
I swallowed hard. “Why?”
Carter didn’t hesitate.
“He said it was never his money. Arthur believed it belonged to the moment that changed his life.”
“No… I don’t understand.”
I burst into tears and couldn’t stop crying!
Not because of the amount, but because of its implications.
That $10, the one I thought I couldn’t afford to give, hadn’t disappeared.
