Her voice was thinner than I remembered, but steady. Absolutely steady.
“Grandma. It’s Olivia.”
One beat. Two.
“I was waiting for this call, sweetheart.”
I told her everything. When I finished she said, “I set up that trust for you. Not for your father, not for Meredith. For you. The year you turned eighteen. Because I saw how they treated you, baby, and continue reading …
