Still, I made an effort. We marked both their birthdays equally. We shared meals as a family. Trips were for all of us. I wanted things to feel fair.
And that included finances. I’d been saving for Nora’s college since she was a baby. It was a vow her mother and I made — to give her the best chance at life.
When Lila moved in, I started an account for her too. It was smaller, naturally, but I wanted to do my share. I thought Sylvia valued that too.
But I was mistaken.
Two weeks ago, I checked Nora’s account, just to be sure. Now that she was 18, she had limited access — she could transfer small sums but not much. So I still monitored it.
But the figures were off.
Ten thousand dollars was gone.
At first, I thought it was an error. Maybe a system glitch. I refreshed the page. Signed out. Signed back in.
