“Let’s have cake,” I said, “but first—a toast.”
I lifted my cup. They followed, smiling.
“To family!” they echoed.
“When your father died, Tom, I worked three jobs to keep us afloat. I gave up my dreams so you could chase yours.”
Thomas shifted nervously. “Mom… where is this going?”
“I gave you $40,000 for this apartment. I send $800 a month for Max’s daycare because I love him more than anything.”
Lila’s smile faltered.
“But I recently learned something,” I said, placing my cup down. “Daycare is only $500.”
Thomas went pale.
“So every month, you’ve taken $300 from me. You laughed about it. You planned to rent my room. You joked about a nursing home. After everything I’ve given you.”
“Explain what? Why you called me a pushover? Why you laughed at my trust?”
“You were eavesdropping!” Lila shot back.
“I got a walkie-talkie from Max. Sometimes the truth comes through plastic.”
“We needed the money, Mom—for the apartment, the car…”
“Did you need to lie to the woman who gave up everything for you?”
I went to the kitchen drawer and pulled out my checkbook.
“This ends today. No more $800. No more free babysitting. No more broken promises.”
“From now on, every penny I save will go into a fund for Max. When he turns 18, he’ll get it himself.”
“And my bedroom door stays locked.”
Silence stretched tight. Thomas stared at his hands. Lila opened her mouth, then closed it.
Max looked up at me, confused. “Are you mad, Grandma?”
I knelt beside him. “Not at you, sweetheart. Never at you.”
“Can we still use the walkie-talkies?”
I touched his cheek. “Every night. That’s our special thing.”
Thomas finally spoke. “Mom… please. We’re sorry. We’ll pay it back.”
“With what?” I asked softly. “With what money?”
