“This money took fifteen years to build,” he said.

“It’s meant for education.

We can’t raid it just because a doctor wants to run every premium test in his catalog.”

My fingers tightened on the edge of the blanket.

“Am I not going to college?” I asked.

“You know how important early admissions is for our family, Hannah,” Linda said from the door.

She used her softest voice, the one she always saved for neighborhood association meetings.

It sounded completely rehearsed.