Chapter 9 - REBUILDING THE TOWER
Five days later, on Friday at 3:30 PM, my phone chimed in my office.
A notification from my Chase Mobile app popped up across the glass screen.
NOTIFICATION: Wire Transfer Received.Sender: Vance & Sterling Escrow Services.Amount: $100,000.00Current Savings Balance: $103,214.18
Ten minutes later, a secondary notification confirmed the establishment of the Wren Miller Educational Trust Account in the amount of $50,000.00, managed by First National Bank’s wealth division.
I stared at the numbers on my phone screen.
For four years, I had lived in a constant state of financial survival, terrified that a single medical emergency or car breakdown would ruin me. Now, sitting in my corporate office, I had over one hundred thousand dollars of my own money back in my possession.
I called a local real estate agent that afternoon.
Two weeks later, on a bright December afternoon before Christmas, Wren and I stood together inside a beautiful, two-bedroom sunlit condo on the third floor of a brick complex overlooking the city park.
The living room had floor-to-ceiling windows, hardwood floors, a functional fireplace, and a private balcony facing the pine trees.
“This room is yours,” I told Wren, opening the door to a spacious second bedroom with a built-in bookshelf desk overlooking the garden.
Wren walked inside, running her hands over the smooth mahogany desk. She looked out the window at the pine trees covered in winter frost.
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“It’s so quiet here, Cass,” Wren whispered, turning around to look at me. “No yelling. No fighting. No heavy bad energy.”
“This is home now,” I smiled, putting my arm around her shoulders. “And nobody can ever ask us to leave.”
