Chapter 12 - Ten Thousand Dollars
Grandma had sent the check as a graduation gift early.
She wanted me to use it for books, housing, or travel.
The check had been deposited.
Not by me.
Ruth's bank traced it.
The endorsement looked like my name.
The deposit went into the same joint account Lauren used before.
Dad stared at the statement.
"I don't understand how I missed this."
Grandma answered before I could.
"You didn't look."
Dad closed his eyes.
Ruth had never liked him after my mother died. I used to think she was unfair.
Now she was simply accurate.
Lauren had managed most household finances for years.
Dad earned the money, signed what she placed in front of him, and considered involvement a form of mistrust.
Convenient.
Expensive.
Dangerous.
Karen told him the stolen check, college-account transfers, and false card could matter in the divorce and possibly beyond it.
Dad did something I did not expect.
He said, "I want Claire's money restored before we fight over anything else."
He transferred his own savings into a separate account for me.
Not as a gift.
As restitution.
I stared at the number.
"Dad, that's almost all your emergency fund."
"It was my job to protect it. I didn't."
I did not refuse.
Sometimes consequences should cost something.
Then Mia texted me.
Can we talk without our parents?
I almost said no.
Instead, we met at a public park with Grandma sitting fifty yards away on a bench pretending not to watch.
Mia looked terrible.
"Mom says I'm supposed to hate you."
"Do you?"
"Sometimes."
"At least that's honest."
She started crying.
Then she told me the dress was not her idea.
I stared.
"You cut it."
"Yes."
"So whose idea was it?"
She whispered:
"Mom told me if I ruined graduation for you, you might skip the ceremony."
"Why would she care?"
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Mia looked at me.
"Because she knew the scholarship people were going to be there.
