“The funds came through,” she said breathlessly. “The estate cleared. It’s more than we thought, Clara. Enough for everything.” Clara blinked through the fog of medication. “Really?” Maggie nodded, clutching the paperwork.
“Your grandfather had more set aside than anyone realized. The lawyer said it’s all yours now. We can pay for the treatment, the bills — all of it.” For the first time in months, Clara smiled. Not from hope, but from certainty.