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Shawn squeezed my hand under the table, his face lit up with relief and gratitude. But Johnny just stared at his plate, perfectly still.
“That’s… incredibly generous,” I managed, still trying to process the number. “Are you sure?”
“He’s our only grandson. We want to invest in his future.”
I should’ve felt grateful. I did feel grateful.
Eighty thousand dollars would change everything for Johnny.
So why did something in my chest feel wrong?
That was the same couple who’d made us split the bill at Johnny’s 13th birthday dinner two months ago. The same people who’d forgotten our anniversary three years running. The same in-laws who’d once told Shawn that “helping too much” would make us “dependent.”
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