$150,000.
“I don’t know what to say,” she surprisingly said.
“Then say you’ll come to our wedding,” Eliza said, smiling. “Albert and I are getting married next month, and we’d love for you and Joey to be there.”
After they left, she sat in the quiet of her apartment, staring down at the check in her hands. Joey came over, wrapping his small arms around her waist.
“Are you okay, Mom?” he asked softly.
“Yes, sweetheart,” she whispered. “I’ve never been better.”
