Ben slid down the wall.
Then he said something that stole my breath.
“Explain WHAT, Ben?”
He was crying.
“I never cashed a single one,” he whispered. “Every check they sent went into an account in Rosie’s name. Every dollar. She’ll have it when she needs it. Every penny is hers.”
I wanted to believe him.
But something wasn’t adding up.
“Then why sign it? Why put your name on something so disgusting?”
Something wasn’t adding up.
Ben looked at the floor.
“Because I saw where they planned to send her… A place called Willow Grove.”
The name meant nothing to me.
But the way he said it made my knees weak.
I sank onto the tile across from him because my legs would not hold me anymore.
“Your mother showed me the brochure. She said you both were adults, and Rosie was becoming a burden nobody in the family would carry.”
