Every Christmas morning.
Every birthday.
Every ordinary Tuesday.
Years none of us could get back.
Part 5 — What Inheritance Really Means
I looked at my sons.
“You were wrong.”
David nodded.
“I know.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“Say it.”
He drew in a breath.
“We were wrong.”
“About what?”
Ryan answered first.
“About the money.”
David continued.
“About university. About your choices. About you.”
I waited.
He understood there was more.
“We acted as though your savings already belonged to us.”
“They didn’t.”
“No.”
