I nodded, feeling a sense of clarity and determination I hadn’t known in years. “I want to honor my father’s wishes. I want to make sure this money is used for good.”
As I left the bank, the world outside seemed different, brighter. I was no longer the woman discarded on the street with nothing. I was Elena Ward, heir to a legacy I was determined to uphold. I had a future to build, a foundation to grow, and perhaps most importantly, I had regained something more valuable than money—my sense of self.
As I walked away, the past began to settle behind me, and for the first time in days, I felt a glimmer of hope.
