For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke

“I’m looking into Mark,” I said.

“Not Laura.”

“It’s the exact same thing.” Eleanor adjusted her apron strings.

“Mark is a devoted man doing his best to raise our granddaughter alone.”

“He’s routing our January money to Oakridge the same hour he deposits it.”

“He’s paying for Emma,” Eleanor said.

“Oakridge has better schools and doctors.”

“Mark is hiding receipts in his desk drawer.”