Six Months Later
I still manage the trust.
Madison’s distributions are now reviewed quarterly. If she demonstrates financial stability, she gets the full amount. If not, it’s reduced.
So far, she’s been stable. Barely.
Tyler doesn’t care. He’s just happy the money keeps coming.
My parents are… adjusting. They’re proud now, in a confused way. Like they’re not sure when I became competent.
“We always knew you were smart,” my mother said at Thanksgiving.
I didn’t correct her. But we both knew it wasn’t true.
I host dinners now. In my house. At my table.
Madison comes. She’s polite. Careful.
She doesn’t make jokes about my job anymore.
For complete cooking times, go to the next page or click the Open button (>), and don't forget to SHARE with your Facebook friends.
