Then… The Unexpected Knock
A week later, Doris showed up.
Gone was the coat. The car. The pride.
She looked tired. Older. Fragile.
“I sold the car,” she said. “And the jewelry. This—” she pushed a suitcase forward “—is what’s left.”
I opened it. Bundles of cash. Zach’s money.
She looked down. “I was jealous. Bitter. He loved you and Benny so much… and I couldn’t bear it. I stole from the only two people he ever truly lived for.”
Silence filled the room.
“Can I… know my grandson?” she asked, voice cracking.
I didn’t answer. Not yet. But something inside me thawed.
