“They put three twenty-dollar bills in it,” I said.

“No,” Nate said.

“The bills were in Kim’s and Jeff’s envelopes.

Our card had two signatures and a printed bird.”

I pressed my thumb hard against the side of my index finger, running the numbers in my head.

Six thousand two hundred dollars was six months of rent and seven weeks of groceries if the hospital cut my hours at the billing desk.

“Your dad said the land was meant to settle things while they were still alive,” I said.