me for a reward.
That is precisely why I trust you with both.”
I had to stop reading.
My vision blurred.
Rachel placed her hand over mine.
I continued.
“The money is not payment for groceries. A person cannot put a price on being remembered.
You gave me something far more valuable than food. Every Sunday, I knew someone would knock on my door. I knew there would be a voice in the kitchen, boots on the floor, and another cup beside mine.
After Helen died, the house became a