His Lesson Killed My Mother Now He Will Pay Chapter 31
Early the next morning, Vivian arrived at the center with a lawyer.
Her gaze swept past the Last Ride sign on the wall, then settled on the deep blue gift bag by my desk.
“So this is the little monument you built for yourself with my son’s money.”
Aisha stepped out of the records room and set an audit report in front of her.
“The operating account is legally segregated from Graham’s settlement funds, with court filings to prove it. Not one dollar of his money has paid for this place’s electricity.”
Vivian’s expression tightened.
Her lawyer picked up the gift bag and set it back on the desk. Inside were my passport, Social Security card, and the rest of my documents. The edges were whitened from pressure.
I checked them one by one and put them away.
“Thank you.”
Vivian seemed almost taken aback that those were the only two words I said.
Then the lawyer produced a joint statement.
The first paragraph described my mother’s death as “a force majeure tragedy caused by the hurricane.”
The second called Graham a victim, claiming he had canceled the evacuation van only because he had been “maliciously misled by the unprofessional consultant Sloane Mercer.”
I looked up at Vivian.
She said evenly, “Sign it, and everyone can move on.”
I turned to the final page.
The last paragraph required me to acknowledge that the Vale family had never profited from Sloane’s course and that they were “deeply regretful but wholly unaware” of the canceled van.