Chapter 17 - What I Told Ellie
Ellie was six when she finally asked the question I had feared.
“Why doesn't Daddy live with us?”
I sat beside her on the sofa.
“Because Daddy made choices that hurt our family.”
“Did he hurt me?”
“No.”
She looked at me.
“He tried to take me.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because he thought money was more important than people.”
She frowned.
“That is silly.”
I smiled.
“It is.”
“Did Grandpa know?”
“Yes.”
“Did Grandpa protect me?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
I touched the silver bird necklace around my neck.
“Bluebird.”
She smiled.
“That's my trust.”
“It is.”
“Can I spend it?”
I laughed softly.
“Not yet.”
“How much is it?”
“Enough.”
She thought about that.
Then she asked,
“Are we rich?”
I looked at her.
“We have enough to live safely.”
She nodded.
“That is good.”
Then she leaned against me.
I realized how different her life would be.
She would grow up knowing that money was a tool.
Not a weapon.
She would know that family was not about blood alone.
It was about protection.
Respect.
Trust.
Love.
Later that night, I stood beside her bed.
The moonlight touched her face.
I remembered the hotel lobby.
The cash.
The gold dress.
Grant's cold expression.
The fear in his voice when he saw the satellite phone.
Back then, I thought I had lost my marriage.
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I hadn't realized I was losing something I should have let go of years earlier.
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