You helped me when I had nothing to give. You kept coming back. You brought food, fixed leaks, and sat with me like I mattered. You gave me family again. Real family.
I wanted to tell you a thousand times, but I was terrified you’d see me differently if you knew I was rich. Or that you’d stop coming. Losing you would have killed me sooner than any sickness.
You taught me what I always told you—money doesn’t make a man rich. Love does. You gave me the best years I ever had.
Thank you for being the grandsons of my heart.
All my love, Bernard
By the time they finished, both boys were crying.
“There’s more,” Jeff said quietly, opening a folder. “Bernard left each of you $150,000—to make sure you can become the teachers you’re meant to be.”
Frede’s hand flew to his mouth. Keaton just stared.
“We never wanted his money,” Keaton whispered.
“I know,” Jeff said. “That’s exactly why he gave it to you.”
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