I turned toward Robert.
“What documents?”
He placed a blue folder on the table.
“Open it.”
My hands were trembling.
The first page was a bank statement.
There was only one name on the account.
Mine.
I stared at the number, unable to understand what I was seeing.
Every pension payment I had received over the years was there.
Almost none of it had been spent.
But then I noticed something else.
Beside nearly every deposit was another transfer.
From Robert.
I lifted my head.
“What is this?”
He saturm beside me.
“Your money.”
“But you always said…”
“I know what I said.”
He took a deep breath.
“When my father died, my mother had nothing in her own name. After forty years of marriage, she had to ask her children for money just to buy groceries. I promised myself back then that if anything ever happened to me, my wife would never have to ask anyone for a single dollar.”
