“I figured.”
I felt them before I heard them.
“You need a plan,” my friend said.
“I’m going to give it back,” I said. “All of it. Whatever’s in the bag, whatever she left. Gloria’s nephew, Marcus, can have it. I don’t want people thinking I did this for money.”
Sarah stared at me. “Daniel, that’s exactly what Marcus wants.”
“Maybe he deserves it. He’s her blood.”
“So? You were her family. I saw you with her every day.”
I didn’t answer. I just kept folding the towels.
“You need a plan.”
***
That night, I sat on my bed with the bag in front of me. I hadn’t opened it. Somehow, it felt like a violation. The second I unzipped it, I’d be admitting Marcus was right about something.
