“The treasure from Target,” Harper whispered softly as she looked at the sparkling ring inside.

“Yes, my sweet girl,” Arthur sobbed softly.

“It is your treasure.”

“It stays locked in a safe box until she’s much older,” I stated clearly to Arthur.

“Of course,” Arthur agreed without hesitation.

Arthur then reached under his pillow and pulled out a thick white paper envelope, handing it directly to me.

“I’ve legally arranged a full trust fund for Harper’s education and future,” Arthur explained in a low, sincere voice.

I didn’t open the envelope in front of Harper.