I flipped through them, trying to make sense of the numbers.
Then it hit me.
Savings.
Investments.
Large ones.
Very large ones.
My daughter… had money.
A lot of it.
I sank back onto the couch, stunned.
Emily had never mentioned anything like this.
She and her husband always lived modestly. They never showed signs of wealth.
Why would she hide this from me?
With trembling hands, I went back to the letter.
“I know you’re shocked.
You’re probably wondering how this is possible.
A few years ago, I started working on a side project—something I didn’t even believe would succeed at first. But it did.
It grew faster than I ever imagined.
I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry, and I didn’t want the children to grow up spoiled.
We agreed to keep our lives simple.
But I always had a plan, Mom.
A backup plan.
Just in case something happened to us.”
Tears streamed down my face.
“Oh, Emily…” I whispered.
“You’ll find everything you need in the documents.
The house is paid off.
