“Because you only respect my decision now that it’s worth millions.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Neither was bringing an appraiser into my house behind my back.”
“I owe you an apology.”
He looked away.
“I’m sorry.”
He really looked ashamed.
“I hear you. But I need time.”
The next day, Owen and I sat on Grandma Rose’s porch, planning his comic room.
“Mom, are we keeping the house?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Of course.”
“Even with all that money?”
“I didn’t buy it to get rich, sweetheart.”
He smiled.
“Can we keep some of Grandma’s comics?”
“Absolutely.”
“Mom, are we keeping the house?”
I’ll sell the rarest comic through an auction house once everything is cleared. Then I’ll fix the roof, the kitchen, and the porch.
Declan has apologized several times. Maybe he means it.
But I keep wondering whether he’d have apologized if that chest had been empty.
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