My father asked if we could meet, saying he wanted to apologize. I agreed, but chose the location myself. When they walked into the lobby of the apartment building, they immediately noticed my name displayed beside the owner’s office.
Denise’s confident smile disappeared. Jake stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact, while my father looked around in complete disbelief. “You own this place?” he asked, barely able to get the words out.
I nodded and handed him an envelope. Inside was a letter my grandmother had written shortly before she passed away. She explained that she had witnessed years of favoritism and cruelty and wanted to make sure the one person who had always worked hard would finally have a real chance.
No one spoke for several minutes. My father quietly folded the letter, his hands shaking. Denise looked embarrassed for the first time since I had known her, while Jake couldn’t bring himself to say a single word-
