He glanced around at the nearby groups of graduates and families.
“Or we handle this like adults, privately, and not in the middle of my graduation.”
“Your graduation,” I said.
“That I paid for.”
“You’re embarrassing yourself.”
“Nathan.” Eleanor’s voice came out sharper than I expected.
She was still looking at the property document.
“How much was in that account?”
He turned to her.
“Mom, this isn’t—”
“How much?”
The silence between them was a different kind of silence than the one between Nathan and me.
This one had edges.
“Fourteen thousand,” I said.
“Give or take.
I can show you the withdrawal records if you’d like.
They’re on the next page.”
Eleanor took the document from my hand before Nathan could stop her.
He reached for it.
“Mom—”
She turned slightly away from him, reading.
A few feet behind Nathan, I could see Cassandra watching from beside a stone pillar.
The white dress.
