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Equipment, supplies, college counseling—whatever it takes.”
There was a pause. “That’s… that’s incredibly generous, Sandra. They’ll be over the moon.”
“I’m sure they’d welcome that.
Your experience building your company would be invaluable to these kids.”
After I hung up, I sat back in my chair with a satisfaction I hadn’t felt in years. Victoria thought she could keep my grandchildren from me by controlling access to my son. What she didn’t understand was that there were other ways to reach them.
Ways that would make me not the bitter grandmother they’d been taught to avoid, but the successful, generous woman they might actually want to know. I opened my laptop and began researching Westfield Academy more thoroughly. Their website showed photos of recent events.
And there they were—Alex and Lily Rivers—photographed at the academic excellence award ceremony. Alex had won first place in the regional science competition. Lily had received the creative writing award for her poetry collection.
They were brilliant. These grandchildren I’d never been allowed to know. And if Victoria thought she could keep me away from them by putting walls around the family home, she was about to learn that some walls could be climbed by those determined enough to try.
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