“Inside this envelope is the deed to a four-bedroom house on Birch Street in town,” Raymond said, gazing out at the sunset over the valley.

“It has a quiet yard, it’s five minutes from the elementary school, and the title is in your name.”

I looked at the thick cream paper of the envelope, but I kept my hands wrapped around my baby.

“I also talked to Pendelton about the transport company,” Raymond went on, turning his head to face me.

“I want to create an administrative director position for you on the executive board.

It pays sixty-five thousand dollars a year, with full health coverage and total financial independence for Theodore.”