Richard rushes inside carrying three-year-old Lily, barefoot, shaking, and covered in snow.
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Chapter 21 - LILY AT EIGHTEEN
Lily’s first adult trust meeting bored her.
“So I own thirty percent?”
“Beneficially through trust after rebalancing, subject to terms.”
“That sentence should be illegal.”
Naomi, now semi-retired, laughed.
“You sound like Richard.”
I was ninety?
No, if Lily is eighteen fifteen years later, I would be eighty-seven.
Still alive.
Slower.
Very alive.
Lily studied pediatric occupational therapy.
People assumed it came from her childhood.
She rolled her eyes.
“I like helping kids use their hands.”
Not every career belongs to trauma.
She used lawful trust distributions for university.
Worked part-time anyway.
Bought an old Jeep.
I hated it.
May you like
She loved it.
Generational balance.
