My brother decided to drop his kids off at my house without even asking—until the day Grandma’s old key finally failed him.

”

I turned to respond, but caught sight of Grandpa standing in the doorway.

He had heard enough.

During dinner, one of Grandpa’s old friends asked about a stormwater project I had helped lead. I described how it had kept nearly two hundred homes dry.

Damon laughed.

“That’s cute,” he said. “But tonight is about real money, not city maintenance.”

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