I want to make it up to them.

I have the resources — I can put them in any school, I can fund your foundation, let me take responsibility.” She set the mug down with a sharp clack, and the serenity vanished into the fierce, protective fire of a mother.

“Make it up to them?” she repeated, the words edged with disdain.

“Are you still trying to buy your way out of a deficit?

Do you think a trust fund covers the thousands of nights I stayed up rocking two feverish infants?