Six years before Emma graduated, Sandra called me crying. She worked as a receptionist at a dental office, Britney was still a teenager, and she said she couldn’t make rent anymore.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Mel. I can’t have my daughter living in a shelter.”
I couldn’t stand the thought of my niece losing her home. I’d been thinking about buying an investment property anyway, so I bought a three-bedroom house on a quiet street in the Highview neighborhood for $168,000. I took out a mortgage in my own name, put down $34,000 from my savings, and offered it to Sandra for $700 a month. That was already well below market.
Over the years, she complained about money until I lowered her rent to $450. Comparable houses on that street rented for about $1,650. Meanwhile, I kept paying the mortgage, the property taxes, the homeowner’s insurance, and every major repair.
Sandra called me whenever anything broke: a dripping faucet, a dishwasher that wouldn’t drain, the ceiling-fan remote Britney lost behind the couch. Every request came with the same message underneath. We’re family, so you should take care of it right now.
I told myself the arrangement was temporary, and that things would get better.
The truth was simpler and uglier. After losing Daniel, I was terrified of losing anyone else. I’d confused keeping people happy with keeping them close. Sandra and Mom had learned exactly how to use that fear.
Graduation Saturday was warm and sticky. Emma wore her navy-blue cap and gown and a small silver necklace Daniel gave her on her tenth birthday. Sandra arrived late. Britney arrived later, carrying an iced coffee. Mom wore an enormous floral hat that blocked the view for three unlucky rows behind her.
None of it mattered when they called Emma’s name.
“Emma Grace Carter.”
I jumped up so fast my purse fell off my lap. I clapped until my palms stung. Emma crossed the stage, took her diploma, turned toward the crowd, and raised one eyebrow, exactly like Daniel.
I grabbed Rosa’s hand. “He should be here,” I whispered.
Rosa squeezed my fingers. “He’d be proud of both of you.”
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