“What about my inheritance?” he blustered, a last attempt to reclaim some semblance of dignity or advantage.

“Your father left you a substantial sum in a trust,” Mr. Henderson replied, his tone neutral. “But it is not to be touched until you turn forty. He wanted you to learn responsibility, to stand on your own two feet.”

Martha watched as Kevin’s indignation crumbled into a morose acceptance. She had hoped for better from him, but life had taught her resilience. She remembered the kindness Robert had always shown, the lessons they had tried to impart to their son.