I read the conditions at my parents’ table.
Dad asked whether I’d accept.
“Yes.”
Mom squeezed my shoulder.
The inheritance refusal was finalized. Alicia had meant well, but I couldn’t accept her gift.
The outcome was neither complete vindication nor the professional disaster I had feared. I would have to regain trust through my conduct, not by repeating how good my intentions had been.
My loans remained, and I’d help at Dad’s shop some Saturdays until I caught up.
***
On my first morning back, I waited outside the ward while Dr. Patel confirmed my arrangements.
A loan reminder appeared on my phone. I put it away and took out my replacement badge.
My hand ali trembled as I held it to the reader.
It beeped. The door unlocked.
“No more weddings, Lucas.” Patel frowned at me.
I nodded.
