I got as far as the parking structure before my mother caught up.She was still in satin. She was not crying, which surprised me.\u201cHow long?\u201d she asked.I told her the truth.Eleven semesters. Thirty-one hours a week at the hospital in those navy scrubs. Four scholarships I had applied for alone at seventeen, because nobody in that house had ever asked whether I needed help.She stared at me.\u201cI thought he was paying.\u201dI believed she thought that.<\/p>\n
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It was the kind of belief people carry when they have chosen not to examine something too closely.The ceremony continued without me. I was not asked to stay.Weeks later, Callum called.His voice sounded wrong.He had been helping sort the house for a refinance and had found something in my father\u2019s papers.\u201cI found the education account,\u201d he said.Then he stopped speaking for several seconds.\u201cWhat account?\u201d I asked.Callum finally answered.\u201cThe one Grandma opened for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
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