“Your grandfather asked me to keep records. He invested early. Small amounts at first, but he was consistent. Smart,” she said, sliding a folder across the desk.
I opened it.
More accounts and deposits, but this time, there were notes.
Large withdrawals.
He invested early.
They were linked to names I recognized.
My four siblings.
“They came to Walter,” Diane said calmly. “Over the years. Needed financial help. He gave it.”
I looked up at her.
“But you never asked for anything. He said that mattered.”
