Lily barely spoke. Noah kept glancing at her. Maya went quiet when I entered.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Maya replied too quickly.

But the silence that followed told me everything—this wasn’t just about Lily. It involved all of them.

Later that night, I sat alone at the table with the box in front of me.

I thought about being eighteen again. About the life I had put aside. About every sacrifice I had made for them.

I had always believed one thing without question: that I had raised them right.

But holding that box… that certainty began to crack.

I picked up the money again. It wasn’t messy or rushed—it was neatly saved, carefully organized.

“Now what?” Andrew asked.

“I’m not waiting anymore.”

I called Lily into my room.

She walked in slowly, already nervous.

“I found something under your bed,” I said.

She froze the moment she saw the box.