Money went out that night. Not much. Groceries. No note. The transfer repeated the next month, and the next. She never mentioned it. College finished. A life was built. The aunt liked to say she had saved the girl, and that version was easier to leave standing.
Then a neighbor called. Grandma had slipped at work. Nothing serious. She was home. At the door her eyes softened, and she did not ask where the years had gone. You look thin, she said. Are you eating enough?
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