“This is everything your father rebuilt. Every debt and account. It’s all cleared.”

Lyra picked up a page and scanned it.

“Is this… real?”

“Yes.”

“And it’s all in our names?”

I nodded.

Dora finally spoke.

“So he just left… fixed everything… and came back with paperwork?”

I sighed.

Jenny pushed her chair back slightly.

“I don’t care about the money,” she said. “Why didn’t he come back sooner?”

That was the question. The one I’d asked myself a hundred ways in the past hour.

I shook my head.

“I don’t have a better answer than what’s in the letter.”

She exhaled and looked down.

Lyra placed the papers neatly back on the table.

“We should talk to him.”

Dora looked up. “Right now?!”

“Yeah,” Lyra said. “We’ve waited long enough, haven’t we?”

I nodded.

“Okay. His number’s at the bottom of the letter.”

Lyra grabbed it and called, her hands shaking slightly. “Dad, can you come over?” Then she nodded. “Okay. Goodbye.”

“He’s at a nearby store. He’ll be here in about fifteen minutes,” she said.

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