Daniel,
You’re probably furious with me right now.
But if I had left you money directly, you would’ve survived on it instead of building something for yourself.
Somewhere between grocery runs, burned dinners, and yelling at television contestants, you became the son I never had.
I had to stop reading because my vision blurred completely.
She had cared.
More than I ever realized.
I wiped my eyes and kept going.
Months ago, I quietly bought part ownership of Harvey’s Grill.
Harvey agreed to teach you how to run the place properly.
The key belongs to the diner.
Money disappears.
Homes fall apart.
But purpose gives people something much harder to lose.
I don’t even remember leaving the apartment after that.
One moment I was crying on my kitchen floor.
The next, I was standing inside the diner clutching the silver key in my fist.
Harvey looked up from behind the counter.
I held up the key.
“Is this real?” I asked.
He reached beneath the register and placed a folder in front of me.
Inside were ownership papers with my name printed across them.
Everything legal.
