My grandfather sat back down in the vinyl chair. Slowly. One hand on each armrest. He let out a long breath.
Then he started laughing. A low, rumbling, old-man laugh that shook his whole chest.
“Promise,” he repeated, wiping his eyes. “Lord have mercy. Your daddy would have loved that.”
Rosa turned around from the window with Lily in her arms. My daughter had stopped crying. She was looking around the room with those big, dark, unfocused newborn eyes.
“Señor,” Rosa said to my grandfather. “You want to hold your great-granddaughter?”
My grandfather’s face changed.
“I haven’t held a baby since Meredith,” he said. “I’m not sure I remember how.”
“You remember,” Rosa said. “Hands don’t forget.”
She laid Lily in his arms. He held her like she was made of spun glass. He looked down at her little face for a long, long time.
“She’s got Tommy’s chin,” he said quietly. “Look at that. That’s my boy’s chin.”
That afternoon, Leah Castellano came back.
She sat on the edge of my bed with her blue folder and her red reading glasses and went through it all with me.
“Here’s where you stand, Meredith,” she said. “You have no legal obligation to support your mother or your sister. None. North Carolina doesn’t require adult children to support their parents, especially a parent with a paid-off house and an annuity. Every dollar you sent was a gift.”
“Can I get any of it back?” I asked. “The money she got from me by lying about the mortgage?”
Leah took off her glasses.
“Maybe. The email about foreclosure is a clear misrepresentation. There’s an argument for fraud. But it’s eleven years old, and the statute of limitations is a real problem for most of it.” She leaned forward. “Meredith, honestly? You could spend a hundred thousand dollars in legal fees chasing money your mother has already spent on cruises. Or you could spend that money on your daughter.”
I thought about it for a long time.
“What about the six thousand she charged to my credit card for the cruise?”
“That’s different,” Leah said. “That’s recent. You authorized her to use the card for emergencies, and she used it for a vacation. You can dispute it with American Express as an unauthorized use outside the scope you gave her. And I can send her a demand letter for repayment.”
“Do that,” I said.
Leah smiled for the first time. “With pleasure.”
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